Sunday, September 26, 2004

 

9.26.04

Ryan (n.) - see "arcane"

You could try to read me, but I'm not easy to peruse.

But I assure you, I'm a good book.

A good book will make you second-guess everything except the book itself.

And you will wonder how you could have lived your entire life without knowing its story.

Tell me, is it impossible?

'Cause I am the master of the impossible.

They juss didn't understand.

They put too much emphasis on the story that it overshadowed the real reason of it all: how it made that person who they are today.

People are judgemental, its true.

But are those that focus on an image worth associating with?

To me, its worth helping them.

And I do.

I never understood it all until I recalled an old maxim, an old proverb, an old addage: "The biggest fish in the river gets that way by never getting caught."

How can you possibly not like The Killers?

Do you not have ears?

She asked me, "Why?" and I was dumbfounded to know that she didn't know the answer.

So, its no secret.

Its genuine and its real.

You worry when you're lost.

Juss wait until you're found.

She really doesn't know how wonderful she is.

I wish people could see things the way I do.

The world's a wonderful place.

=-=-=

He always was a night owl. However, tonight was an exception, his non-drowsiness blamed for a different reason.

There she was, right in front of him. Her subtle, serene aura seemed to seep into the ambiance of the room, affecting everyone but himself.

What was it about her? He couldn't tell you. He wasn't quite sure.

No, that was lie. He knew. He juss wasn't sure how to go about this one.

But what he was so intently sure about was that he wanted to lie closer to her, and whisper in her ear all that he was feeling, to hold her ever so closely and use the warmth shared between their bodies to make their blankets obsolete.

He used to be able to handle himself so well in similar situations, to make what he wanted to happen. He always dealt well in moments of pressure.

He had never been in such a predicament before. I mean, it was him!: Mr. Pimpbilities, Mr. Suave, Mr. Smooth Operator. At the moment, his fellow friends were sure to look at him with sad eyes, wondering what happen to The Great Wooer, The Destructor of Female Aversion. He was The Terminator to even what used to be known as the Unattainables.

But why now? Why was this any different? Why was he, for the first time since middle-school, feeling those butteflies flutter violently in his stomach?

As he hesitated for the eleventy-billionth time, she shifted herself, her blanket moving itself out of its covering arrangement.

She shivered from the sudden presence of the cool evening air and he affectionately ensnrouded her blanket about her in a warm embrace that he used as a conduit for the one he longingly wanted to give to her.

The moonlight shone through the nearby window and onto her face. Her fair skin shone more radiant than ever before and he gazed at her more intensely than he had ever done in the past. He had always thought she was beautiful, but it was as if she had been wearing a mask and the moonlight was, just now, acting as a blacklight, revealing the inner beauty within, her internal essence at this moment permeating her physiology.

He realized he was a little scared.

His respiration jumped, his knees weakened and he was taken aback, some more of him unbeknownstly amounting under her control.

As he listened to her soft breathing and watched her rest peacefully with a cute little smile upon her face, he realized why he had been so scared. The relationship that two shared at this very moment was a perfect friendship. He hoped that it could go on, that one day his feelings for her could come to a fruition and he would be able to call her his. But this one idea occured to him and it enlightened him:

If she makes him feel the way he does now, weak in the knees and beyond confused, she must really be something.

It was a good sign of the jubilancy that might occur in the future.

And suddenly, he felt a great release and before he knew it, he was sleeping peacefully, like a baby.

He knew that this one wasn't scripted.

It was being written as he went along.

=-=-=

Docking out...
-Ryan : like a layered onion

Ryan posted this at 3:34 PM.

Monday, September 13, 2004

 

9.13.04

You ever hear a joke so many times you forget why its funny? And then suddenly one day, you rediscover its humor and you realized why you loved it in the first place?

Time is an illusion due to our inability to percieve everything all at once.

Church people drive too slow.

You may not have much but what you do have you have a lot of.

The biggest fish in the river gets that way by never getting caught.

No one really knows how I feel. They base assumptions off of the things I write or do.

But they don't know because I never tell them.

It's funny but one of the staples in my diet is not staples. This is the kind of irony that really dumb people enjoy.

I find myself so very... understimulated. Thus, I make it wild.

If not physically, then I'll do it in my head and that works juss as well.

You really shouldn't worry. We all have our problems.

I'm not a girl or anything, but I'm a sucker for anything acoustic.

I don't think I'll ever have a balanced lifestyle.

I'm a victim of etherealism, impermanency and intangibility.

How many times does He say, "I be He" in the Bible?

Dood, Jesus was gangsta.

I don't kill flies but I like to mess with their minds. I hold them above globes. They freak out and yell, 'Whoa, I'm way too high.'

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

If the first button of one's coat is wrongly buttoned, all the rest will be crooked.

She reminds me that I'm Ryan Mose.

=-=-=

1. missing
2. jealousy
3. constant smiling
4. lonely nights
5. listening to sappy love song lyrics
6. relating to and feeling sappy love song lyrics
7. focus and attention on one
8. instant compromise
9. eyes, communication without words
10."You're happy, therefore I'm happy."

=-=-=

Is there anything lower than mute here?

Honestly.

Anything lower than beyond mute in period...

Scratch that one.

Like, hella.

Docking out...
-Ryan : or IS he?

Ryan posted this at 10:08 PM.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

 

9.12.04

Demure ambition.

Docking out...
-Ryan : find me, please

Ryan posted this at 4:14 PM.

Monday, September 06, 2004

 

9.05.04

You want some good advice?

Stay out of the ground.

Juss because someone has a sense of humor doesn't mean he's incapable of feeling jealousy, anger and betrayal.

I belong to a family of kleptomaniacs.

Well, my mom is, at least. Every time we go traveling, she claims she needs to get "souvenirs". Now, there are regular souvenirs that she'll pay for, but there are others that aren't exactly available, but if owned, would be pretty good reminders of where we went (i.e. towels, soap).

However, I remember one instance, when we went to the Phillipines and I was a wee-little boy. My mom wanted one souvenir in particular. It was a little Eva spoon from the airlines. And, go figure, she didn't want to be holding the specialty object herself.

Oh no! That was a special little job for my eldest brother, who was roughly... 14 at the time?

She won over his protests with, "Take it. Juss take it! Its fine. People take the airline stuff all the time."

And guess what happened?

He walked through the metal detector. And...

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

He hung his head down in shame and pointing, skewed out of his mouth, "It was my mom! My mom made me do it!"

People always complain about things and other people. However, rarely do they ever take the time to stop and ask, "Why is this thing/person making me react the way I do?"

The question shouldn't be directed at the actions of the annoying, but rather why one is allowing themselves to be annoyed in the first place.

Kids these days.

Out. Of. Control.

You cats need to lounge out.

And people need to stop dwelling in their sorrows. What's the point?

It happened, and unless you're sorting through it all to make yourself a better person, why replay the same stuff over and over, making yourself feel inferior and stupid. You have to accept that you can't change what went down or your decisions that led up to it.

Take it like a G, and don't repeat it.

Its not easy, but its possible.

But you know what's not possible?

Being away from her.

Even though it was only two days.

IN CANCUN.

Its juss not possible.

Speaking of Cancun, everyone down there wears thongs.

Everyone.

Including the steatopygic.

Not what you'd expect, for sure.

So the locals were cool and the other tourists were a bunch of fake ultracrepidarians.

Two days is not enough when you suffer from planomania.

There, those are your 3 words for the month.

Yes, I was talking about "cool", "bunch" and "enough". Smartass.

And there was reason to dance.

By the way, you look great today.

Commecialist can be rearranged to spell out microclimate.

You're welcome.

Doc king out. . .
Ry an: if he dies tommorow, blame the cooks at Cancun

Ryan posted this at 3:37 PM.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

 

9.2.04

And there was reason to dance.

Docking out...
-Ryan : he's going through it too

Ryan posted this at 4:14 PM.