i'm obviously trying to be more creative

These words are the first of 5 bajillion.
No six. From the jewels in your crown landing in my palm. Scattered, I found them and kept them around. They've served me well, but thankfully they moved on to other palms from other jack rabbits who burst from the gate like this t-rex did when he gobbled up planet earth. When I say forget about restitution, give yourself a prostitute and split the barriers. Get some golden laughs or golden treasure, but stop in a rubber cage. Believe all things are what we make and because of that I don't need this hat. I took it from the shelf and tried it on, but the rim was too big to let the light in. By chance I blew it out and threw out the trash, but when I tried to walk away the man inside the bin said stay. Pick up these cans earn some dough, make a cookie or a cake, but first clean up this lake. Diarrhea stormed this mass of humanity and left its bowels to ruins. My name is Paul. I don't know what I'm doing.

No Longer in Spain

Now we are on a more even playing field, you and I.

I must say, it was very exciting there. I made many friends and memories that shall be cherished dearly.

In other news, my facial hair is quite long.

España

Estoy en España.

And that makes me a little better than all of you who are not here.

Here... I dance with gypsies.

All That Is Good

I've come home to find everything the same except for its differences. I've found myself in the same state. I am the same, I am silly, I like to make faces, I like to make noises, I like to make fun of you. Home is like that too, in similar ways. A gradual change began a while ago though and I am in full embrace of that idea; my experiences continue to evolve and evolve me. I am a Pokemon. I keep trying new things and they move me. I have a love of all things, but I can understand why you hate them. All things are good.

I'm so god damned motivated. I am reading and biking and playing guitar and DOING HOMEWORK and getting a job and going to class and I STILL PARTY TOO. I shouldn't expect this level of motivation to continue, I know myself too well to expect that; but it would be nice.

I like the way Jack Kerouac uses semi-colons.

It's just funny. I went to school all year not wanting to do a single thing, then I come home and WHAM, motivation smacks me in the face. It must be blamed on something, that's a weird way to say it; it must be brought on by something, something awesome.

God, I look cool. Maybe I should take down all the crucifixes in my room; they mean very little to me. I'm just scared. What if they represent something and when I take them down, a horrible curse will be placed upon me? I hate getting rid of things from my past; I'm incessantly nostalgic.

All that is good? Well that would be everything, I guess. Look at the ground below you. Isn't that nice?
That's so real.

Nice Day Out

It's really nice out today.
Smells like spring.

The Word Banana

It's a pretty funny word, if you say it right. Like, "Bah Naunh Nauh".

Recently I wrote a song, maybe two depending on how you look at things and it's fun. I think I'm addicted to guitar. I also really like Jack Johnson.

Someday I will live in Hawaii with no TV and surf everyday, then play guitar on the beach as the sun sets.
Dang that sounds queer.
But in the good way.