Random Filler

I haven't been writing much lately.  This past month, I've been fortunate enough to go to a couple concerts, which means that the rest of my free time is spent working to make ends meet.  For right now I'm just posting an old poem I found while going through some old papers I wrote during my undergrad.  I have to send acknowledgements to Professor Burt, whose class I wrote this for.  She was always cool about letting me not show up for class so long as I e-mailed her my work.  For those who follow this blog, expect a piece in the near future regarding how to treat wait staff when you go out to eat.

The severity of its beautiful bass line permeates my soul with euphoric stabs of elegant style.

The lasting impression of ephemeral notes sets the model of a constantly conflicting mindset, where thoughts at lightning speed strike genuine points of genius lost in a general haze of apathetic assonance destined to denote the derangement that is reality.

The continuous search for empty spaces provides more time for the less than pervasive, lackluster lollygagging that institutes that insanity of mainlining the mainstream that exists in commercial consumption; ever clotting creativity.

It is the over-compensation, the over-analysis, and the ever-present redundancy of over-diagnosis.