2016 - April

04/01

April first! One of those days when I'm thankful I take a look at the calendar. When I'm extra aware of what people around me are doing and saying and that whatever I read online may not be the absolute truth (not that it ever is). And when I can never think up a good April Fools prank myself, despite my usually endless repertoire of random creative ideas... so I usually post something paradoxical like "This is a joke - I'm serious.". Shouldn't be too hard to come up with a prank, should it? I'm too honest for my own good.

04/02

Oh my, the time doth fly, the sun doth shine in the sky so fine and high.

The time does pass me by. But will my time last forever. Or will I be: last in line.

My bowl of muesli is still uneaten. I'm still on a streak of fasting, since late last night.

My all-night streak of fasting can't be beaten unless I eat this sheet of grand rye. Such grand design. Such splendor you can't comprehend more.

I think I'd miss it if I die. I wonder if they have something instead, in heaven. Something instead of: bread.

04/03

The world turns. The world turns. It topples on it's axis. Does somersaults, and back flips. And somewhere along the stack slips. And runs down. And falls through. And in the universe who falls through doth fall forever and ever and ever and ever... and never even stall a few seconds. Is that the end of the world? I reckon... it's not. It topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and topples and then comes out on top.

04/04

I'm just going to type and type faster than I've ever typed before for this one and see if I can manage a hundred words in less than a minute without any typos or other pauses that make me think and I guess that means no punctuation either because that's like a break in itself. A bit strange that punctuation makes you pause in thought, mid-sentence, just like that, just thinking about the new, preparing for an additional sentence after you finished the one you were on just a second ago. And I guess this is it! Yes! Yeah.

04/05

Slow slow, slow your boat.
Because I am getting sick!
Slow slow, slow your boat.
And you'd better make it quick!

Slow slow, slow your boat.
I don't mean make it fast, you know?
Slow slow, slow your boat.
I mean: just take it slow

Aaaand that's all I have. That's the poem of the day. And yet the word count is all out of whack, so I guess I'll fill in this latter portion with a quick explanation as to the deeper symbolism hidden in the above. Nah, there's really no deeper symbolism. That's all. The poem of the day.

04/06

I've contemplated, and I've pondered, is a fish there, when the pond stirs? I've lived life, I've gone yonder, I've grown kinder, I've grown fonder.

I've contemplated, and I've pondered, is the pond deep, if you wake up after a long sleep, and you look down into it's bottomless gape. And wonder about failure, and making mistakes.

I've contemplated, and I've pondered, what will I do, when it's over? Will I sit here, in this rover, will my fate fly, like a clover. Will I falter, will I wonder? Will my voice boom, just like thunder!

I guess I'll see.

04/07

I guess I'll see someday then! Until then I'll be here, contemplating. I've stopped thinking about escaping, I just want to improve. I just want to resume. I just want to back to, whatever I did last June.

I just want to run and rage! I just want my summer days! I just want to brainstorm! I just want my brain warm! I just want to write all day! To writhe in rhyme and all I make! I want to create! And I want to be great!

And I don't ever want to be late again. I won't be late.

04/08

I won't be late. Because being late disturbs my fate. I still await, something grand and something great. I still have hate, holed inside and I don't like it. I try to fight it. I get up and get excited! Whatever waits. Whatever's on the other side of the nether. I've got to keep it together. While people scream they've been severed. I sit here on my stool, like a King cause I rule. And I'll sit here forever. Forever and ever and ever. Forever and ever.

And just be ice cold! Cause it is a metal stool. I'm cool.

04/09

I've been so unmotivated it's scary. Waking up tired, to earlier and earlier rays of sunshine, and then going about the day with a multitude of plans but no ambition... until suddenly it's nightfall and you realize you spent the bigger portion of the day catching up on the latest season of the Walking Dead, though you'd plan to do your tax return and finish an important project. The days they go and go, and sometimes you effectivize, and sometimes you drop out of it again... and nothing's really balanced. Someday though, I'll have that fire back. Burn burn burn.

04/10

Such a sunny day today! I took a long walk with a cousin, and just lounged around outside for a couple hours, the warmth like a glimpse of summer. When the clouds didn't cover the sun it was stiflingly hot. When they did, the wind came with a chill.

It's that kind of spring weather where you're not sure if you should walk around with a jacket or without, or if you're getting a tan or not, but one thing's for certain: you should definitely be out! Today's the day. That's the kind of weather the world has right now.

04/11

Another day, and mother sways! The world doesn't know which other way to go. Someone knows how to roll, but no one knows how to slow they're roll. We're all just going going. Going going. Everyone plays their role. They play it without the know, the know they're someone, but who they are is beyond control. So into the yonder we go, and go and go, and sun and snow, and rain and shine, which brain is mine. Summer, winter, failing time? The dark, the light, the farm so bright. Get this: I wish, that everyday I live was bliss.

04/12

Such a sunny day today! The sun blares away, and I've been at work. And then I took a tour through a couple museums with a good buddy and cousin.

Haven't spent nearly as much time as I'd have liked to spend out in the sun though, just simmering in the warmth of sunshine. It was that level of warmth where you could walk around in a T-shirt, and it usually doesn't get this warm this fast. April's that month where the snow's gone, and you think it's finally spring, but then you wake to white. Not this year.

04/13

It's a new day! The thirteenth, but not a Friday. I have big plans for this one, though of course I've started it with the non-essentials: the habits and routines, typing words, and poems, and catching up on one particular game, and responding to all the concurrent conversations I like to have but feel like maybe I shouldn't, because they all take their allotted time.

Today was supposed to be sunny, but instead the skies lie stifled by clouds, and the bright light bits the eyes, even though you can't see it. Time to start the day for real.

04/14

Hey man, it's a new day today. What do you say we have a sit-down and just go through everything that's been on these past few hours? Maybe we'll have a blast and discover that we're pastors or lovers. Maybe it'll go to fast, and be over, and we'll look back and think that we could at least have had a few snacks to let up. But like a lettuce lying in the fridge for so long, you notice the will of change is strong. The will of change thrills and then it's gone. Behold. Black folds of mold.

04/15

I had a blast today. I really had a blast today. It lasted one moment, and then it passed away. Then I spent the rest of the day catching up on other stuff, stuff I shouldn't have bothered with, until the sun is up, and the day is done, and then where's our fun, and we look back on the day like: if I would have just taken that spear and run! Off into the sunset, and kept running, and chased the sun all over so it never sinks, and I wouldn't be done yet. That would have been something.

04/16

There's so much to do lately. So much. I say lately, but really it's all the time, and the only place I'm stalling is in my mind. I wake up and it lingers. I want to co other things. I put off the important tasks. I take a break and walk a bit. I get in the shower, and shower longer than I need to to get my mind of the things I need to do, and days pass at a leisurely pace. Well, more leisurely than I'd like them too. I'm in a rush here. Today, I'll make it.

04/17

So he stood on the tractor. He stood there and looked out upon acres and acres of green field where the cauliflowers grew, dripping with morning dew, and he wondered how it could have turned out so wrong.

All he wanted was to be a plumber. He wanted to clean toilets for a living, and hide in cupboards all day, with the dust and rats,. Instead he was here, sulking in the fresh air of coming spring, and it felt pretty good.

The boat was on his lawn, and the lawn mower in the lake. It was a good day.

04/18

I write, and I write, and it's day, and it's night, and the time, passes by, and my time, it is nigh. It's alright, it's alright, all I write, will pass by, it lives on, it is strong, it's my face, it's my type.

Typeface. My place. This is the kind of person I am! In a sticky situation but not worse than a jam! Jam all night till we're blue, with very blueberry jelly on a toast sitting posted by the telly with a host, call her Nelly I suppose, I'm already ready yo: prepare for a real show.

04/19

Hey, check it out! If you check out with a credit card, then the shopping establishment can track you. That grand masterplan of commerce. The monopoly business. The conspiracy showroom. That consumerism plan, that started after the war of the worlds. They're all about the credit cards now. They get your shopping habits, your location, the items you buy, they get everything about you and they use it for custom offers and deals and maybe stuff you want to get... but I wouldn't put my trust in them for a dollar, or a deal. Business is the deadliest borough. Word.

04/20

I asked chluaid a question, and he answered! :D Marvelous morning. Grand stat to a brand new day. If you wonder where you can ask his greatness your own wonder, it's at the Supporter Party on Newgrounds. Sign up for just 25 bucks a year, or 3 per month, and you can join in on this grand Q&A!

I'm not sure why I'm posting this little promo here at 100 Words, were people are least to see it, but somehow it doesn't feel like the kind of thing I'd post on my blog. Fanboi stuff. I am a fan.

04/21

I'm trying to take an online survey as I write this. It's one where you listen to audio clips and then answer a few questions about it, and I can write in about one sentence before each clip is over. The perfect fit for a site like this! I feel I'm multi-tasking like a real pro, though it'd probably be quicker to just type in a hundred words right away than toggle between two tabs and tasks and be distracted by each one with each switch... well, in the end I wrote this in one go anyway. Good riddance.

04/22

Here I am again on my phone!
Walking down the only road I've ever known.
Like a twister I was born to walk alone,
So here I am again on my phone! Yeah!

I get a craving for ballads and classic rock. Glam rock. Europe would be a real Treat right now. I'd like to get Savage like Slade. I still have my Suicidal Tendencies and Megadeth. And don't you forgot about riding the lightning or mastering the puppets. Van Halen weren't quite bad either. But all of these are on LP, and I have nothing to play them. Damn.

04/23

It's strange how easy it is to type up a poem when you have a little box limited to a hundred characters. I started writing one just now, and finished it in a flash, and then posted it to my blog instead because it was much less than a hundred words.

It was a good poem. Short, but entertaining. Without rhyme for a change. Refreshing perspectives. I write in short bursts. My thoughts they emerge. My feelings get purged. I'm one with the Earth! Today and everyday, I let my mind play, my thoughts bounce like a ricochet. I'm OK.

04/24

It's Strange how Strange Music has the industry in a choke hold. It feels they'll keep it together forever - and Tech never grows old. He's getting tougher than leather, he's starting to ruffle his feathers, he's getting so buff and clever than no matter how high you huff and puff it'll never get severed.

The flow. Low and behold - it glows like a bar of gold, these bars they wrote, through scars and turmoil they keep on going far like wormholes.

They're among the stars even though they're technically underground. And all the people listening have been: lost and found.

04/25

Finally I'm getting the "You have now logged in successfully." message!

It took a few tries, because I kept typing in my password and hitting 'OK' - at an ever-increasing pace thinking maybe someone had taken over my account, but then I looked at the email and saw that I was missing a G. Phew.

You're not a real G without Mail, right? There's no Gmail without the G, right? There's some Gmail without the Mail either, you know? And you don't get Mail without your Email! Unless you get regular post, and that's way more fun to get.

Toodles.

04/26

Toothache. Damn. It's been so long since last time I'd almost forgotten how grueling it can be... and then I took some bicarbonate, and it calmed down, and then I ate, and now I don't feel a thing. It's almost like I didn't have it in the first place. So, maybe I could just forget about it and it won't come back...

Nah. I know what I must do. It's been two years since last time, I think... if not more. It seems time is nigh: to go to the dentist. At last, but alas... it's always too early.

04/27

It's a new day! A day to shower and put toothpaste on your tooth mate. And simmer up the power to let you be too great. Get out and do what you gotta do! Don't wait! Don't hesitate! And don't rage - even if you get shit on your shoe because hate... is not that great. All I got is love for the world. Love for the word. Love for the prose. And I got a dose. I feel it warming and forming, in my mind because morning is on the grind. I'm going out, leaving all grit behind.

Good morning.

04/28

I woke up early today, but I just stayed in bed, and suddenly it's way later than I'd planned on getting up. From before 7, to just before 8, to... it's 9! What the hell!!

I calmed down though. I wrote a rant about it elsewhere, and my initial rage over wasting this one hour and then some on a day in which that hour could've been particularly well spent has faded away. I feel great today, it's not that late and hey: today, I can spend the day however I want. Isn't that great you say? Yes, it is.

04/29

Right. That's why I stopped. That's why I stooped so low. That's why I left.

I looked into the eyes of doom and I saw nothing but regret, but then I found myself again - and here I am.

Can you truly be free if you scream like a demon? I find a meaning in my dreamings.

Living so serene. Like a chrysalis. Waiting to be born. But you could call it stalling if that's closer to your form.

My form is baffling. Like a buffalo. Like: what about that buffalo? I don't know. Idaho. The words roll. Stroll. Get away.

04/30

Sigh.

I don't really feel like writing anything today, but I guess I must. I guess if I don't start writing, then I'll never get in the mood for it, but once I do put my fingers to the keyboard it almost goes on automatic.

I'm looking out the window and seeing clouds, though it was sunshine just a minute ago, and so far in my new day I haven't done much worth a damn.

I've eaten breakfast, and I'm sitting here now. I'm up a bit late, but it is Walpurgis today! A good day to take it easy.