the tree

the tree was such a dark brown that it was nearly black. it wasn't exactly tall, but it wasnt short either. hundreds of initials carved into the bark covered the surface of the tree, revealing the fleshy pale color underneath. the branches were as thick and strong and easy to climb on, like a comforting father's arms. the tree felt ancient, mythical, tall and proud. it was a shady storytime tree from a fairy tale, sitting in the middle of a modern park filled with pigeons, dog walkers, and lovers. it was ridiculously out of place. the tree was a gruff old man with a twinkle in his eye. it was jaded, yet happy as a child. the tree stood there, taking the embarrassment of its inappropriate setting the best it could, and permitting a small child with skin the color of its bark to hide among the branches.

The Quarrel of Oberon and Titania

mother nature is stoned. we have pumped her full of poison and she has gone crazy. she tries to love her children the way she used to, but she is incapable of thought or reasoning. she kisses us with snowfeathers in spring, and she hugs us with sunshine in winter. we laugh at her absentmindedness, but we fail to remember that it was us who drove her insane. mother nature has been driven off the edge. she is a crazy old woman.

the key to inspiration

the way to say something interesting is to say only a half-thought. if you just say the end of your thought, or the revelation, people won't understand it, because they wont know what led you there. on the other hand, if you say a half-finished thought, its more interesting for a person to dive into, because they get to do some of the thinking themselves. for example, an example of an unfinished thought is: the feel of the twilight air made him weep. ok, thats really corny, but its just an example. an finished thought would be: he was cold and lonely and the darkness, combined with the chilly air, made him want to be warm. not as interesting, right? thats because i came to a conclusion by myself. there is no room for interpretation.

number nonsense

i have figured out why blogger tells me i have made more posts than appear on the actual blog. it is because blogger is counting the unpublished posts. so, counting the unpublished posts, this is the 107th post, but not counting them, this is only the 101st.

harry potter

i just watched harry potter with my family, for the first time since i was nine. and i didnt watch the recent movies, where theyre all 25 and making out. i watched the first one. and it was so... i remembered so much. i remembered when i watched that movie for the first time, and how i said that harry potter looked just like my friend roob, and how i used to get scared at the part where professor quirrel turns into voldemort, and i remembered how it used to be. how i used to be. and for some reason, it didnt depress me at all. it just made me very happy. i really loved that movie when i was little, and i think i still do.