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convivial \kuhn-VIV-ee-uhl\, adjective:
Relating to, occupied with, or fond of feasting, drinking, and good company; merry; festive.
I find it hard to leave my frown and gallop with the convivial. In fact, the brighter the smiles get, it seems my frown grows to compensate. Maybe I was meant to be a watch dog. Call me Watch Dog if you like. I was meant to be sober, to check the meter, be the designated driver.
In fact I feel like I am opposite to convivial.
searching... searching...antonym
tac·i·turn–adjective
1.
inclined to silence; reserved in speech; reluctant to join in conversation.
2.
dour, stern, and silent in expression and manner.
Free time + anaesthesia= a romantic novel.
I am beginning to feel like a romantic novel. Not romantic romantic, girl, boy, love love, but romantic tragedy, nathaniel hawthorne romanticism.
Pushed from every side, four sides to be exact, plus a top and a bottom, he is suffering the square. It is transparent and quite often mistaken to be any specific object. Such as an apple or a pencil, or a dinner table, even a small child. But the square is the square; it is a block.
He overturned all of the chairs and charged a small pink candle containing a small dreamy flame. Hot pink! Drooping and swooping off the white, off white wall! And a whisper: no, 'tis the block dear boy.
All day people ask him questions, the people that are around the house of course (for he does not go out of the house). He always replies with "Sure," or "Very well." Never stomaching even the most exciting situations, never showing any care. And why should he? There are dozens of unfinished paintings strung out across every room, out of tune instruments bearing unfinished songs. Sixty-four unanswered messages on his cell phone (the one that looks like a house phone according to the rest of America). Sixty-four people called one time to invite him to one event, sixty-four events. Sixty-four glimpses out the window.
Sixty-four glimpses out the window! As he refuses to remove a hair caught in his lip, so he refuses to return the calls. No, he only falls onto his bed backwards and scratches at the nearest instrument with a full stomach. He will scratch and then scrape and then strangle and slap against the wall.
No, no, dear boy, only the block.
It's okay if you didn't understand that, I think I needed to get it out.
oh, and to take the idea from my cous Annie, leave your email if you want to be added to a post update email list!
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I can't say that I totally understood that, but from what I gathered...intriguing!
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you know, i don't understand it fully, but your ideas are full of incredible-ness. (if indeed, that is a word).
i like to read your words, jesse edwards. you astound me.
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i love this.
-lk
I understood it.
Do you like the block, though?
Annie made me want to make a blog, and so did someone else, and I saw yours, and heck I just made one. It won't compare to any of you beautifully talented people, but there it is.
we have some very similar thoughts. especially concerning, gah everything after high school?
i honestly think i'm called to not go to college. remember that stick we found in the river bed? the past few days it's been this symbol of power and my future. that's all i want. G-d already put everything we need on this earth, i'm just so ready to get to it.
love you
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Oh man, do I get that. And I have gotten crap my whole life for being taciturn. There is so much information to process and so amny trivial messgaes to which to respond, I'd rather just shut up and paint. I have nothing left to say and I am still a young man. Maybe I do have somethinbg to say it's just that I know that no one is really listening so what's the point? I'm with you bro. Add me to your list.
I wanna come down to GA soon.
Love, Uncle D
Hullo there.
I don't want to say I understand, in case I don't understand, but I think I understand.
Espeshully, about the romantic tragedy. I feel like one of those sometimes.
Good words.
-grace-
That fits beautifully.
And it makes more sense than the rest of my head's had all day.
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