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Posted in Uncategorized on January 27, 2011 by thenewserialsDear Danny,
Who am I? I ask you this seriously. Who the fuck am I? How the hell did you fall in love with me?
Ever since you left me, I’ve rebelled against you, I’ve been looking for something to replace you with, to get rid of that void. Someone to make me as happy as you did and I’ve failed and in return I’ve destroyed what we had.
God, you would hate me, if you knew me and who I was you would hate me. You would feel so upset at what I’ve done and said with other people so close after your leaving but, Danny I want YOU, I wanted to be close to you. To hug you, To shampoo your hair, do you remember that? We made that pact not that long ago but, it seems like it was forever ago now.
Have you forgotten? Was I not GOOD enough for you? Is that why you left me? I did something wrong and let you slip from me and now I’m continuing to do wrong by you because honestly I don’t understand what has happened. How could you come here so quickly and take my heart and then leave me so quickly in the same fashion?
Don’t you know what you mean to me? Meant? Mean? Meant? past tense, present, whatever. Are you out there? Really?
Are you out there reading this now, making me suffer because I did something wrong? Keeping this secret from me? Come back. Just for a moment let me know, just give me that moment. I deserve it.
Ugh, I’m such a hack. I’m copying from Stasia. She always writes to you, she’s such a good friend, she loves you, like you deserve. Why couldn’t I be more like her? Why can’t I honor you that way? How come I’m so fucked up Danny?
Remember what we used to say? Brothers in the fight, <4, all that crap? We were such kids weren’t we? haha. We acted tough but, we found a way to be kids to each other. Frootloop and all those things.
I want to go back to that, I want you to be around, I want you to just lie to me, lie over and over. Or don’t lie just exist again. Hate me if you have to. Tell me all the terrible things i am, call me out, say you’ve been all those people in my inbox just to see if i would go through with it. Post it up in a note, let the world see, do it
DO IT
just come back. That way I know I didn’t kill you. It couldn’t have been me. I would have done anything for you Danny. You were like my…
Where are you? I can’t make sense of this post anymore.
Somewhere in this day you came and hijacked it. I just wanted you to know that I miss you.
I’m a monster but, I was your monster for a little while right? Surely you remember that, that you had me. You, so protective and possessive, and I never minded. You remember that, you can’t forget because you won’t let me forget will you?
Ok no more.
I Love You, but you knew that already.
Just…forget it.
Don’t forget i love you. Just forget I’m pathetic. think of me with the same wonder you had before. I can be that man for you. just give me the reason, come back and I’ll be that man.
On: Personality Flaws
Posted in Uncategorized on November 22, 2010 by thenewserialsI never pretended to be an amazingly together person. I like to think that I act with a great deal of logic and kindness but, every so often I can slip into a rage of total foolishness and selfishness. I admit I have flaws in my personality, ones that wish I didn’t have but, nevertheless I do.
Sometimes I can sink into such a dark place that I don’t even know what i’m doing anymore. I scare myself at points, I ignore my responsibilities, I alienate the people I care about and what not.
I give into the beastly feelings of my animalistic ways, i’m no different than any other man, except sometimes I think I’m twice as mad. I can become some mad that i physically cannot find a place of comfort. It’s an inescapable nightmare that haunts me every so often.
It’s as if there’s another person sitting on my chest insisting that my getting up is a criminal offense. I’m incapable of falling in love the right way, I can love but, For some reason I can retain that feeling in others, either I smother them to death or I force a drought upon them.
i didn’t ask to be this way but, I have accepted that this is who I am. I transpose my flaws into my creative writing or use it to attack the problems of my ethical issues. Who better to charge the fight against an immoral than an equally immoral person? I know the animal better than most others will and I can be the one to slay it.
The fatal disease that poison that infects our society and permeates our legal system is the same thing that flows through my veins and threatens to consume me in total. But If I’m strong and can conquer, or at least learn to control it I may have a chance to be the one who plunges the spear in its heart.
I am not a warrior
I am not a monk.
I’m just a man who wants to either tame the monster or embrace it wholly.
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On: Long Periods Without Writing
Posted in Uncategorized with tags artist, B, bored, boredconstantly, Chambers, Chrissie, Covington, Eric, Fardon, Heywood, Honeyman, Hynde, James, Keith, Lowe, Martin, Nick, Pete, Pretenders, Scott, Tekken, the, Walbourne, Washington, wilkinson, Writing, Yvonne on August 14, 2010 by thenewserialsYou would think that having two personalities in my mind would make me more prolific with writing that’s not the case however. For weeks at a time (sometimes months) I will have nothing of any interest to say about anything. Sure something will happen in that time but, no one really comments on this blog anyway so there’s no reason to share with the world if the world isn’t looking.
Don’t take that as a guilt trip, it’s simple logic.
However on occasion I will think of something I think is important enough to share with the people who do come across my blog, and then I blog. My last blog post are some of the easiest to put down. I love music so sharing my experience with new and/or live music is something that comes easily.
What doesn’t come easily is a way to make the banal routines of my life come alive for you all in this blog. Writing isn’t a challenge per se but more of a required discipline that I haven’t totally gotten down. It comes to me in waves, sometimes as small as a tide and sometimes as large as a tsunami.
This doesn’t only apply to my blog but, also to writing a book or short story, I have to be in a very specific mood in order to get anything down. And even then I tend not to write a whole lot in one day, sometimes I’ll pull our a page or two and be content with that because when the feeling goes…it’s gone.
The frightening thing about writing a blog is that everyone who reads it seems to expect some sort of consistency, I have friends who blog once a month on the same day every month, or vow to blog twice a week or some schedule but, I’m not able to stick to that sort of thing. As soon as writing becomes a ‘job’ so to speak, where I have to worry about getting it down in a certain amount of time or fear the deadline, I lose a boatload of interest.
I know, that’s real life, right? Sure it is and I didn’t say I wasn’t able to do it but, I just said it’s no longer as fun for me. I like to take my time and even be lazy. I spend every waking minute thinking about writing, how I want something to look and how I want it to be presented on the page and whatnot and when I get to the execution I get there.
This blog is more of a twisted therapeutic sort of engine for me to work with, I get to write whenever I want to and share it out to the world. Sure the lack of comments and viewers sometime annoy me but, that’s not really the big issue. The issue is filtering through the packing peanuts in my mind to find the really fragile things and bringing them into some sort of like in reality.
With two people in my mind constantly trying to find a way to appease each other there’s often a lot of interesting stuff that gets cut on the editing room floor. I just can’t express EVERYTHING sometimes, mostly because I think a lot of what I say is common sense, but I’m not a common guy and this isn’t a common world and so maybe I ought to consider getting over my personal misgivings with my writing and just put it out there.
I often have this vendetta against artist, like painters and sculptures and cartoonist; maybe not a vendetta but a jealousy because for them the final product of the art is there and can be beheld with the eye. For me I have to then embark on a new journey to get people to read what has taken me a year to write and thats the hardest part of all.
You would think that people would be jumping for joy over the fantastic like: Dreams and the damaged infrastructure in the mind of a semi-psychotic but, people really aren’t. Maybe they think it’s silly or overly-dramatic but, no one cares that much and in some degrees neither do I. I’m still entertained by very simple things like Soap Operas. I watch All My Children everyday as if it were something that will feed my starving stomach. It’s one of the few things that both my personalities will agree to doing but, who wants to sit here and read about how much I dislike Ryan Lavery or think Marissa Tasker needs to buy a clue.
Maybe someone, I guess but, often I don’t feel like it’s a worthy subject to start ranting about in a blog.
I guess part of me still feels like I’ve stumbled into this writing thing, Like maybe I don’t deserve to even be doing it. I love it though, I just like taking my time as well, maybe if i had an actual job writing I would think differently about it but, as of now I don’t. And even when I worked for my school magazine I waited til submission day to do something and it was still pretty good.
What I need is for someone to take me seriously, seriously enough so that we can work together. I work fine alone but, I think ultimately I feel comfortable if I have someone to bounce ideas off of and craft together with. I’ve been alone all my life so maybe that’s why.
I should write a comic book and work with an artist (maybe that would ease some of the jealousy) and put it out one day. That sounds like it could be a barrel of monkeys!
Now let’s see if anyone’s interested…
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On Headaches
Posted in Uncategorized with tags B, Behar, Bruce, Covington, Headaches, Jaws, Joy, Keith, Robert, Shaw, Speilberg, Steven, the. View, Towers, Trump on July 14, 2010 by thenewserialsSometimes, as my mind is simultaneously thinking about what’s about to happen and what has already been done, I am subjected to headaches.
When this happens, I’m almost totally paralyzed. Yes, a headache to the two minds is like breaking a leg on the one body. Everything stops, I can’t focus, I groan a lot and nothing seems to satisfy me. Even worse today is a cloudy day, the lack of sunlight is really effecting my mood.
Though I’m still in the same state of gratuitous wallowing, the situation seems more bleak and unforgiving today. It’s dark in here but; turning on a light will knock me to the ground in a fit.
I think Headaches may just be the other part of my brain trying to gain dominance. Sometimes I can hear ‘Bryant’ speaking loudly about things I’m doing right or wrong. As of right now he’s yelling at the television about Jay Behar’s battle with a co-host on the View.
The strange thing is that whenever I get a headache it’s always on the right side of my head, and the muscle hurts. Bryant insist that if it’s a tumor I should name it “Bryant” accordingly. I find that ridiculous, how could I pass up the chance to call my tumor Ahnold?
In the tagline of this blog It says that there’s a universe in my mind, and there is. It’s large and inhabited by an infinite amount of subjects. When the headaches occur I lose track of the different provinces of the universe, when the headache leaves its a manic search for the misplaced ones.
Entire story ideas, lost or misplaced. I’ll be thinking about the Novel and people I knew Maxi Abahlluh from the first grade will suddenly appear talking about the events of 1993.
It’s a complicated matter and It all leads to a lot of sorting out at the end, during the headaches sometimes there’s construction and there’s a whole new city or town in the universe. One more thing to keep track of…ugh.
I hate these things
By the way what kind of self-respecting man can do what Tyler Perry does. I understand getting black actors to work but, making them look like Buffoons with unimaginative, unoriginal and sophomoric scripts is not the way to go.
Anyway, I had a thought I was going to put down but; I got distracted about James Brolin talking about belly dancing kids. oh yeah:
I watched Jaws yesterday, one of my favorite films, Robert Shaw is amazing, just one of the finest under-appreciated actors. His monologue about the U.S.S. Indianapolis is the kind of thing director’s dreams are made of. And Speilberg…I’m not a big Speilberg fan, I enjoy a good portion of his movies but; I don’t see anything wildly amazing in his director.
Jaws however; breaks that train of thought, there are some amazing visuals and techniques used in Jaws and even though I’ve seen it a good amount of times, I’m always surprised by what I see.
Ugh, by the severity of this beating in my mind, the Donald Trump of my mind is building another tower.
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From The Minds of a Cereal Killer: On Writing a Novel
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Bryant, Covington, Facebook, Heihachi, Jin, Kazama, Kazuya, Keith, Mishima, Novel, Raganork8, Tekken, Twitter, Writing on July 12, 2010 by thenewserialsLet me preface this with: I’m Lazy.
Trying to write this novel has been something akin to getting into a relationship with a person who is perfect one day and then totally wrong the next day. I tried the forceful ‘write everyday’ approach but, that didn’t bring me any pleasure. Now I’m, seemingly, on hiatus from writing the novel. I haven’t written since about the time I was in school and I feel content with not writing until I go back.
there’s something about writing that I just can’t get into if I’m not in the mood. The words will be in my mind but; they won’t come out the right way and so instead of putting out something forced and contrived I prefer not to put anything out at all. When I used to write by hand I would always do it when I was supposed to be doing something else. I wrote in school all the time during class, so much so that it got me into trouble. Sometimes I would write on the train but; I would rarely ever write when I was at home. There was something about sitting in my own apartment and writing that seemed perverse to me, especially if my mother was home. I felt like I was masturbating or something of the like while she was around, it was something I didn’t want her to see.
When I started typing on the computer I found that I had somewhat of a 180. I could suddenly write at home with my mother home (so long as she didn’t cause a constant distraction) but, I would write by hand and then transcribe later, writing the same thing twice NEVER appealed to me.
Now I write in school again just not during class time (well maybe sometimes) and I find I’m able to write a little more thoroughly that way. Still I can’t write for a long duration of time, it takes me quite a bit of time to write a page or two and when I’ve used up the creative juices they’re gone for the day. However the two pages that I get down I’ll be proud of and ultimately will be a good product.
Now the challenge is to get motivated more often, the feeling of plowing through a section of the novel is extremely gratifying but; equal to the horrid, wretched failure of not being able to look at the novel without feeling some sort of dread.
And even though I can’t write every day the story is constantly going on in my head, scenes play continuously, backwards, forwards in slow motion, sped up. I see every ounce of the story in my mind in vivid detail. It’s both amazing and terrible because I can experience the greatness that I’m about to create but; sometimes I simply just cannot place what I see on the paper.
The images run perpendicular to my thoughts so I’m able to think and imagine the story at the same time. It’s rare (extremely so) that I’ll be lost in a trance thinking about the story and not be aware of my surroundings. I can look at the halls of my college and be equally aware of where I am as well as see the halls as any given location in the novel.
It’s like having two TVs in your brain playing different programs at once, both at the same volume and image resolution. Every so often I can see the novel world in front of my eyes but; the images gets stuck as if its missing a piece of a reel. When that happens I’ll often act out the scene playing out whatever characters I have to find what’s most effective and natural. This could go on from a couple of seconds to about fifteen minutes. I’ll talk to myself in the inflection of each character, and i’ll do it several times, over and over until I feel I’ve gotten it right. Of course sometimes this’ll draw the stares and strange questions from stranger who don’t understand what’s going on but; that only helps me put the characters into the real world.
I live in NYC so I take public transportation most of the time but; when I am able to ride in a car to go somewhere and I get out on a highway my mind will completely go into a comparison mode. The peaks and valley’s of the terrain around me become structures in my novel and at any given point I’m able to recall the image, almost perfectly to transcribe.
The ultimate problem is that I’m not able to write as quick as I can think. At any given point of writing this novel I’ll be planning out events that happen two-hundred or three-hundred pages in the future and because I’m not there when I’m writing I find myself disinterested or dissatisfied.
I have similar problems with screenplay writing and blogging and it’s important to note that nothing I have ever written has come out to my total approval, not even in this blog. Before I start writing I have a particular way I want everything to sound but; when It’s on the page it isn’t the same thing.
There’s more to this and as I write I’ll continue to detail the problems and the joys of writing.
In the meantime please feel free pass this blog on to someone who might not have a chance to read it and feedback is ALWAYS appreciated.
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Vers le bas avec la monarchie! l’assujettissement du Roi James!
Posted in Uncategorized on July 9, 2010 by thenewserialsLebron James…
Just another cog in the systematic nonsense that the American media has to be, hopelessly obsessed with. In the midst of a failing economy, two wars, racial tensions in the southwest and the nations biggest oil disaster of all time, the news is flooded with the reports of who Lebron James will sign with for the upcoming NBA season.
And even though it’s been said an overwhelming amount of times, I can’t help but; exclaim: “Who the Hell Cares?!”
It’s hard for me to imagine, as a reasonably intelligent person, that anyone, even Basketball fans, cares this much about Lebron James. “King James” as he’s called: has been flooding my news stations for the past two weeks with his mulling over what team he’s going to join now that he’s a free agent.
And at first I would say: here we go again, the media is being a twelve-year-old fanatic again but; then ‘King James’ decided he’s going to hold an hour-long event to announce what team he’s going to.
I mean, how pretentious can you get? To think that there are people in the world who take themselves that seriously. Have people forgotten that (despite the fact that he may be good at what he does and that he may be a nice person) he’s only a basketball player? Maybe that sounds a little harsh but; it’s the truth. He’s a basketball player, he will in no way enrich the world with technology or ideology, he won’t find the cure for a disease, he won’t stop wars or rid the gulf of oil. He gets paid millions for throwing a piece of rubber through a hoop. There’s already something perverse about that last statement but, that’s the kind of sick world we live in. Teacher can barely afford to live in the richness of NYC but, Lebron James can be offered millions with the support of such renown and prestigious artifacts such as Jay-Z, Mayor Michael Bloomberg and others, to potentially come to the city and win (or lose) some games of basketball.
At the end of the day however; someone has refused to take off the 3D, alternate reality glasses. While the world is somewhat wasting away and people are dying of hunger, famine, disease and war. While innocent marine life is being extinguished by BP’s catastrophic oil spill and their simple-minded solution to BURN the oil off (effectively burning all the wildlife trapped in the slipper slick) people are OBSESSED over James’ act of loyalty or treachery.
There are so many ethical oddities in this case of James I don’t even know where to begin. The first would be the designation ‘King James’. Now, as you may know already, I’m not religious but; it seems very moronic to compare a basketball player with no real discernible credits to advancing the world, to King James.
Now if he was going to slam dunk a basketball into the gulf, effectively separating the oil from the water then I would be all for this. Hail King James if he could do that.
This also highlights one of the many reasons why I hate sports in the first place. On the surface it seems like an outlet for teamwork and camaraderie but; let’s face it, that’s only when you’re contracted to be that way.
James was discovered in Akron, Ohio (we all know how much amazing talent comes from there!) and played for Cleveland and became the pride and joy of a state and city, that has been in desperate economic and social follies for quite some time. And now his aspiration to win some championships has him leaving his home and the people who have been the most loyal and proud of him. It’s a deception that at the very least seems just sad and at the very worse seems purposeful and spiteful. Sure he’s not obligated to stay but, everyone else wants you because you can be used to make them better, your home wants you because your one of them.
And what does this mean now? Now he can play for a new team and make more money, to buy fancy cars that he won’t have time to drive, expensive watches to ignore when he’s late for practices and box seats at the greatest stadiums to watch concerts of artist he doesn’t even really like and can’t see because he’s so high up.
Ah, to live a life of unnecessary luxury, to be cooed by the soft sound of all the dollar bills you can’t spend, rubbing against each other as someone else working two jobs is forced to foreclose on their mortgage because the economy has double dipped.
I often wonder if the second coming actually happens, how will the media approach it? Will it be breaking news? Will my precious auto-toned songs of ‘Glee’ be interrupted?
I’ll probably never know but, if Jesus Christ is coming back I hope he doesn’t do it during a Lebron James Special.
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3D – America’s New Threat!
Posted in Uncategorized with tags 3D, ABC, America, Arms, Avatar, Bachorlerette, Bombs, Cameron, Cyrus, Eclipse, Hollywood, Independence Day, James, Miley, Printers, Satire, Terrorism, Toy Story, Twilight on June 30, 2010 by thenewserials“The world is getting stranger”
Well that’s true! Here we are in 2010 the new decade, everything is becoming, smaller, shinier and more ‘efficient’. Our Ipods make calls, our phones play music and our playstations “only does everything”.
And in the midst of the cultural and technological storm we see the resurgence of Three Dimensions! Ah, yes the same technology that gave us Jaws 3D is coming back to take over the world. Now every movie you can find in theaters can be found in “eye popping 3D”, so for all those who have been dying for the next Miley Cyrus movie have her seem actually there…you’re in luck, you can now have three dimensions of unbridle t(w)eenage angst!
But while you’re enjoying the bachelorette on your new 3D T.V. Terrorist maybe plotting against you!
That’s right the new invention of the 3D printer should be scaring you into a tizzy! A printer that can show you your boss’ lunch plans in ‘eye popping’ realness, could be the very thing that the scourge of the underworld has been waiting for for years!
Imagine: a secluded cave in Afghanistan, five men in mask stand over a machine as it pumps and groans out a piece of paper. When it churns out their prize they jump in excitement and standing in their hands is a 3D ticket of ‘Eclipse’! Their devious plan is almost set, now they can go on the internet and look up bomb making materials and no longer need to use the cpacity of their brains to construct a bomb.
Think of the horror that would have ensued if the times square bomber had printed out the plans for his makeshift bomb in James Cameron realness!? All the pieces would have been aligned and precious American lives would have been lost.
All around the world people would learn which wire stops the timer and which wire detonates the bomb! Hollywood will be unable to create another suspenseful scene again!
3D technology will only help gangs, mobs and terrorist groups all over the world will no longer need to convene their top agents to go over the blue-prints for their doomsday machine. Now and Freddy Freedomfighter and Timmy Terrorist, will be able to see the ins and outs of the trigger that sparks the ammonium nitrate to explode!
Surely you can see the sheer and horrific truth about 3D. While you’re watching Na’vi fight for the freedom of Pandora, some shady eyed saboteur plans your demise with the same clarity as Toy Story 3!
Stop the 3D advancement especially the 3D printers, this July 4th it’s the only American thing to do!
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