Timeliness\convenience\just two lonely asses trying to not be alone.

Sometimes we enter situations for painless convenience. Infiltrating a friendship based on the fact that you and the other that you desire to court are appropriately single for the proximity of your intersection. Yes, you get a long, that's why you've been great friends for such an extended period of time. Yet, we delve into this mere courting phase just because we are conveniently single but inconveniently incompatible. Friendships turned into dates... laughs turn into flirtations, hugs goodbye transform into er. should I hug or kiss, but what if kissing isn't on the books yet? Sly quips aren't as amusing and you have to endure through the trial of dating, regardless of you've been friends for six months or six years. Just to try the cards and see if the ill-fated destiny is in fact a delusional mistake. Then a few weeks later you're thrusting your head thru the sidewall because you just sacked a friend and the knife has already been placed in the side, whether it is removed or left in, the damage has been done. 

you want to...

Amazing how we cast out tiny reels. Hopelessly yearning for a bite of interest. A bit of connection. Since we've been so disconnected, taught to enjoy the moments of solitude and rather relish & bask in the singularity "me" then camouflaging it as "independence." Tiny hooks of hope will I be touched again? I love how life presents its quips.

Technologicalbulllshittingwhocaresaboutyourblackberrybitch

I love and loathe modern technology. As conveniently distracting as it can be it can lure one to a complete desolate frame of insanity. Technology, and its modern simplicity (er not sometimes) makes us so compulsive. Checking phones for texts and missed calls, voicemails when out-o-service opportunity meet, emails, blogs (dont you dare stop checking these blogs!) and even the little red blinker they give you at restaurants; you'll check it when it is designed to vibrate and blink (um compulsive). 

The sad result is if we expect and anticipate a call, text or message we (unintentionally) check our every source of contact a multitude of times throughout a day. When no one contacts us (girls/guys you pulled), job prospects, or just good friend. You begin to reason a trivial life where misery and depression overwhelms you just from eighteen hours of non-contact. AMAZING. So dependent on illuminated tools of distraction, we need to get off by feeling contact. Even if it means texting the most unsuited individual on the call list. Pathetic. 

Frank I mean Louis I mean Th3rd

Sometimes I have this crazy urge. I'm sure you all have it too. You know how the feeling sets in when you know something and have the itch to just blurt it out, almost uncontrollably like the 1st graders I observe. "I know I know I know! 8!" (er no it was 6 and don't call out either). Well instead of revealing a solution to a rather obvious question I aim to denote the significance of keeping it real. Rather Keeping it frank, actually louis...er no I mean Th3rd. But being frank would be necessary when carrying out a what I am describing. 

Dating, courting, and discovering is no longer fun. Well it was never fun, and lately it's become a bother to discover the one I am no compatible to. I'd rather keep it frank, as blunt and raw as I could...and I'm sure you could design plenty When keeping it frank goes wrong sketches. But think of how much red tape and bullshit you'd surpass by saying.

"Wow you're eyes are beautiful, and you're skin looks so soft. Since I saw you I have fantasized about being inside of you. Not only do I want to take you out on two dates tops but I would give you the best sex I could fathom in a twenty minute period. Afterwards I may come back for more given the experience was memorable and left room for imagining a more lustful gathering."

Okay, so you'd be slapped and of course I REALLY emphasized. But try it a different way.

"I'm glad we're friends

and I'm glad we're friends and I have had a growing sense of attraction to you

and I'm glad we're friends and I have had a growing sense of attraction to you and I want to kiss you

and I'm glad we're friends and I have had a growing sense of attraction to you and I want to kiss you and have a one night stand

andI'm glad we're friends and I have had a growing sense of attraction to you and I want to kiss you and have a one night stand and it not bring it up and continue our friendship as normal"

no. no it doesnt quite work that way either.

But I wish I could be frank more often. 

"Hey, you're pretty. Lets try a few dates, if it doesn't work no harm no foul. By the 2nd we should kiss, regardless of how awkward it may feel, because going past date 2 without kissing is pathetic and cumbersome to make up. If things go well, let's not have sex until the tension has peaked and we'll explore one time, without banging in my parents basement."

I like that.

Regardless of technique skipping past the bullshit would save much more time...energy... money and heartache. I can give these scenarios all day. Ciao 

Motivation for writing or as I like to say (Mothaf@%&in writing)

I see I know the motivation for thought, yet thru the mediums of writing I have been caught wordless. Blogs, poetry, and narratives have all be shorted, but it was not so much the thought I lacked but the words to express them. I have generated quick thoughts on motivation techniques... and I have looked a few via Google (aka Internet God)

Talk to a friend - great until I drive home and forget what we discussed, (mind if I take this tape recorder out?)

Watch a movie - takes too long, and mainstream movies don't motivate... I prefer a GOOD independent film (er picky)

Smoke- = sleep

Drink - =drunk (but wine (since it is a sippers drink) has been co-productive to my stimulation)

Stare out the window -  I don't think of anything when I stare out the window, I see whatever it is that is outside, sorry my deck has yet to motivate me.

Stare out the window of a(my) car - all I can fathom is how artistically interesting it would be to crash, yet see it

Think about love - er or not. Why would I want to do that... where has that taken me? oh yeah I remember

Listen to music - used to motivate me but it has not been as effective

Go out socially - er one word $$$

Take a shower - Bingo, I just wish I had a waterproof pad!!

Sit in silence - I think about past love ordeals 

Listen to poetry - Good method, but I adapt styles ultimately sounding like the poet I heard

Wait until it just comes to mind - Seem to be ill-equipped for that task

Ask others for motivation - You can't help me, don't you know I'm just about crazy?! (and alone)

Network - well I am re-establishing introvertism (sp) so eat that socialites!

writing whatever comes to mind is fun, but i definitely do not deem this poetic nor artistic (coming from me that is). 

Wow you got two in one day. Must be feeling generous, well I've been neglecting you and absent

Vacant

I have been absent. 

But I still think about you, I have somethings to do.

So excuse the lack of attention

Did I forget to mention that in the midst of my absenteeism 

Thoughts and words have been in hard labor

Under construction I have been

maintaining while maintenance is underway

I have left you for better days, and warmer ways bring thoughts

cold nights, casting shadows on snow and integral plots

attempts to remove have been deemed useless

use this time to think, i'll use my mind to its brink of capacity

I'm still absent, and I'm sorry

My mind wanders, floating like the reminisce of unimportant cereal in pink milk

I'll come back for you

My words will blanket your lonely soul, with their temporary warmth

I'm sorry I've been absent