I found you in a  jazz bar.

They had been playing jazz that night. Duh. 

Camel was what I was puffing on. You had a cigar.

I felt like Zelda and thought you could be my Francis. In fact I thought you could be my  Gatsby . You were from the...

After writing a whole lot into my notebook and then tweeting a bunch I came to this page and i didn't know what to write about. That's when it came to me... I should just not write now. I should write later.

So i closed this tab and went to check...

There was a bar. Outside of town. Just beyond city limits technically; this allowed them to avoid a few laws or something like that. But nobody gave a damn about that and they called this their favorite bar in town.

It was my favorite bar in town. In fact it was...

Writing is easy when it's an action of discovery.

It becomes difficult when it becomes the task that follows discovery.

Then it just a matter of time before we lose the willpower to write.

We like to cast people as superficial. As base creatures who want nothing more than recognition.

But if they wanted...

Announcements are dangerous.

We make them, then wait eagerly for congratulations and permission from others.

But what permission are we thirsty for?

Now when you read this you might say you are not announcing but rather documenting.

Documenting is more truthful than announcing, but people never last with the documenting.

They'll make excuses: most...

She fed herself through four bags of saline solutions. She took the four bags twice a day. 

Four years ago her torturer ripped out her small intestines. The torturer must've been a trained surgeon, otherwise there was no way they could've pulled off such a clean job.

Besides the height and...

Food presented on the table is beautiful. Appetizing. Can't wait to dig in.

When I go to the toilet I create shit.

Thinking about what you actually give to the world versus what the world gives you, it's not hard to be humble.

It's once you start crafting these arbitrary playgrounds. Aspire for...

There was a pub one artery and two veins from the square that sheltered probably who I'd consider the most miserable soul I've known.

He arrived that watering hole around the same time I would: the start of happy hour before the crowd ruffled through. It was my favorite time to...

Less speaking about what you are going to do. More doing.

Less doing what you think you want. More doing what you like.

Less thinking you want what you like. More being open to what you actually like.

Less thinking you like what you want. And more liking what you like.

... is because people are not wise enough to want the things that they want.

We go about living thinking we want things, so sure that we know just what it is that we want. But unlike how a person with no background in software would claim not to know...