Say a prayer for the lovers lost a sea, sailing to her shore.

Is it weird that sometimes I feel like a sailor? I mean, it's not like I'm lost at sea (what the fuck does that even mean? Does it mean you have no basis of knowing where you're going or where you came from and all around is only water and water and water and if you're lucky a friendly whale that'll sing you lullabies? Because shit man I've been feeling like that for so long that I'm pretty sure it's not being lost anymore, it's just life) or that I want to be a sailor (I'm shit at maps and knowing where I'm going and directions and stars and shit like that) but it's like so many sailor elements are manifest in my life that I don't know it seems like it's all significant or maybe none of it is and I'm just trying to unite all these disparate and incongruous facts of my life and day to day existence so that it makes sense. 

I guess I'll list these elements so that it could make something like sense to someone who's not me and not in my head:

- Peacoat with anchor buttons (one re-attached with bright green thread providing what I consider a nice contrast to the blackness of the rest of the coat. I believe it's fading, too, but this might just be a lie or wishful thinking.)

- A predilection for knit sweater, though I don't think this is unique to me alone, doesn't everyone like a nice knit wool sweater? They're so warm and soft and hardy and everyone should have a few. But they feel like they'd be good on the sea, they feel good like that. 

- Greek fisherman's cap: I got it in Cape Cod a few summers back. It's grey and feels warm and keeps out water well, I wore it in a storm a few weeks back and it worked well and good. I know it's a fisherman's cap and not a sailor's cap but both are of the sea after a fashion. 

-Boats. I like boats, though this also seems universal. At my cottage we have an old wooden outboard motor boat and it is the best thing in the world. It is so much fun to drive around and I always feel like I know what I'm doing when I'm out on it. And I can feel the speed of it because there's no windshield or anything. I feel the speed and the wind and the cold and it's heavenly. 

-The Sea: I like the Sea, I like saltwater. And yeah it's not a very common element in my life I still like it. 

- Seagulls. This is a big one because seagulls are everywhere. I know they just gather where there's easy food and that used to be by the sea because of the tides and everything, but they're still seagulls, they still belong to the sea. And I don't know, that feels significant, that there are seagulls everywhere. 

I think I'd actually like being a sailor, come to think of it. Live upon that saltwater, home being a tiny cabin or whatever. I think I'm romanticizing it, but I hope I'm not. It'd be nice to think, for once, that professions are as romantic as they seem. 

OH A(plural) GUESS WHAT IT'S ANSWER QUESTIONS FRIDAY! ft. Gaylander

Hello friends,
Amazingly, through no merit or quality of my own, I have secured another question. For me. To answer. On account of it being Friday.

Hello world, Lee is incapable of writing at his blog on the moment.
so i III will be your host fo' this evening. What. Up.
                                                                                      
Dog(plural), you don't understand, i just discovered the greates! invention of all time.
.
head. - wait for it
phones.
headphones, dog(singular)(apostrophe)(think ZAPPPAAAA)

End Scene.
Swarley.

well cat(plural, if you feel like it. Otherwise, Singular seems mighty fine right now. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!) it appears, that it tastes like rockets. and also that it's Friday. So, lee must answer several questionz in order secure his life.

QUESTION THE FIRST:
Why do good things happen to bad people?

Gaylen says: i speak, with a tongue like humans. don't patronize me. i eat too much food. stop feeding me, i can't hELP myself. seriously kids, what the hell.

guys-guys.gaylen doesn't care, he's a cat! f'real. come on.
freal sounds like a good eaten - centre.

excellent: question ANSwarleied.

QUESTION THE SECOND:
apparently, that was the only question. so i will now ask myself a question:
QUESTION THE FIRST:
dear self, why beird: (b'weird)
from lee-o

i don't know, go ask my MANTEL PIECE.

*you send my mantel piece a long letter concerning the philosophical reasons behind owning or sprouting your own beird,* (b'weirddddooosss)

QUESTION THE THIRD:
which also, question the SECOND!!!


dear abbey:
i told that cup, don't sit
 there
i told that cup, i did
i told that cup, don't you
dare
but dare she did, that kid.
signed,
LHJM (aka, the WEAPON CONCEALER)(aka=an ALIAS.)(Fun fact(Marcus sullivan stylizez) alias is spelled a fuck of a similar way as ALIEN(plural))


MY QUESTION TO THE DIONYSIAN GODS (singular, Dionysius):
RE: WHAT TO DO ABOUT AN `A´ those arrows are pointing at that a, so that you don't miss it, it's right there, jeezies (plural of jeezy, as in, young jeezy. guys, answer me this: QUESTION THE FOURTH (FIFTH OR SIXTH MAYBE IF YOU INCLUDE MY QUESTION TO THE GODS) is/was young Jeezy in G Unit? c'mon. it's killing me). IMBALANCE.

art. fine art.
i would talk to you folks about postmodernism but, i do no(substitute apostrophe)t understand it, therefore i will not.
i will NAUGHT. I did NAUGHT.


link to nirvana: srsly guys. ORLY?!

I hope this is sufficient.

Lee has fallen asleep next to me and I fear there is no way of waking him. shit guys, i think he's actually asleep.

Enjoi.

Love

ALBUM RECOMMENDATION WEDNESDAY.

Okay I don't normally do this but whatever I really like this band. 

They're called Fang Island, the album is called Fang Island, I don't really know that much about them but oh my gosh are they ever good. 

I got the recommendation from a Tumblr of a dude whose comic I read. The dude is Jeph Jacques, the comic is Questionable Content, and it's pretty funny most of the time and most of the time it's also pretty sincere and the art has really evolved and I don't know it's one of those things where sometimes I think I'm reading it more out of loyalty than anything else, but then every so often there's some really funny comic that really blows me out of the water and I laugh and I laugh and you know what Jeph, you're alright.

"Fang Island: Fang Island- HOLY SHIT. Over the top ultrapositivist indie-rock like the Arcade Fire ditched the pretension and turned every amp up to 10. So, so good."

That is his recommendation, and oh my goodness it is pretty spot on.

I am considering buying it, even though I already have it, just so I can support them. I want them to make more music like this, it's really good. 

I got a question today and I'd rather not sleep so fuck waiting for Friday, let's do this up now. 

"getting totally smashed with strangers get really old really fast...... and it can be dangerous... wait, I shouldn't have said that because that might seem attractive somehow. Can you please explore this?"

I was kind of off-put by this question at first, since it's really structured in a weird way. It's really directing my thoughts to a very specific place, but whatever, that's where my thoughts are being directed I guess. 

Okay I am way more tired than I suspected. This may fall apart or turn lucid or turn awesome or something to that effect so either way we win? 

Anonymous Reader, it appears there's a pretty simple solution to your problem: stop getting totally smashed with strangers? I don't know, maybe find some cool dudes or ladies you feel safe around to get totally smashed with? I'm kind of curious why this is even an issue. If it's getting old, if it's not fun anymore, then why are you doing it? Unless you're doing it because it's dangerous, because of that wildcard factor, in which case how would it be getting old? 

Man, I just have a lot of questions here. But ignoring my questions, I actually kind of like drinking with people I don't know that well. I mean, I very rarely get to that totally smashed state, that's just not fun for me, but man it seems to me like one of the best ways to make new friends is to drink with them. That's how I became friends with my old roommates, it was fun. 

And it's awesome because the problems that arise when you're drinking are simultaneously insurmountable and easily solved. "Dude, how're we going to drink all this beer?" "Oh, bro, we managed to drink it all! That calls for another round!" "Man, she's totally into you, go talk to her." "Aww son she's leaving with that other guy, have another beer!" And really nothing brings two people together better than solving problems together. 

But yeah man, getting smashed with strangers doesn't really seem like a good time, especially if they stay strangers throughout the night. 

So, my final advice at this time is: if you don't want to do something, and there's nothing really obligating you to do it other than whatever bullshit social pressures or whatever, then don't do it. 

Problem: SOLVED!

Next mystery. 

I am writing this by candlelight. It's an excersise called ecstatic writing. I was at a lost as to how to do this with a macbook until I realized I can in fact turn off the moniter. This is about letting go of how the brain sees the word, and just writing what yoy  want, training your fingers to pound on the keys your fingers want to pound, not your brain, it's about teaching your fingers their own poetry. for this reason, there are a lot of mistakes, as the fingers never really know precisely where they are on the key. they are running completely on muscle memory to let me know if the keys being hit are the keys that'kk say the write wirds words and what are the right words, what are the wrong words any word can communicate just as much as any other any letter means as much as any other and it's weird because all writing is just symbolilism, because what the hell does a letter mean by itself if i use any other letter what would ut do would ut really change everything that much and yes, of course it would but sometimes that just doesn't make any sense to me, like, why does blank mean something completely different than black, or plank? i mean, it's essenitally the same word, andbut just that one little bit is changef and thwa tht ehel does that mean for everything else? what the hell does that mean about me? can my meaning, my being, my essense, change just because of a typo? or am i who i am because of a typo, because when my story was written down someone accidentally wrote down stutter instead of flutter or some other shit like that? and for a long time now i've sarted to see mistakes as not. or i've started to not regret the. because it seems to me that our mistakes are really what makes us who we are and really what carries us through life, it's always what we don't plan, what we can't plan, that determine where we are and if you start to regret the mistakes that bring you where you are then the next logicl step is to regret who you are and i never want to regret who i am becayse if i regret who i am then who am U? if i start to think of my self and my life as soething worthy of regret, then i don't think i could keep on going, i think i'fd just stop and say fuck it and go home. because that's the only response i think wthat would mean anything.