I've always had a love hate relationship with creating one of these floating babble vessels on the interwebs. On one hand, I enjoy pounding my gangly skeleton fingers against my laptop in a feeble attempt to convey what my brain people are always singing about. On the other, though, I become this hair pulling beast who constantly vomits revisions of the same picture. I would like to honestly believe that this is one of the few strong consistencies in my life.
The URL to this blogosphere is "Everying Is Locomotion" for a very simple reason. As thinkers, writers, lovers and humanoid creatures alike, we are constantly growing and changing. In the most genuine times of stillness, we are still moving. Our brains all pulsate with millions of little words and paintings, but only a small speck of the time do our tounges shake hands with our minds. It's a sad fact that I've come to realize, but I am now happy to say that I am quite content with it. This contentment comes from realizing that there is a beauty to be found in anything shaking and warm with life, and we must always seek such. Cut us all open, and we are essentially the same; pink, red, bleeding and screaming in agony because we just got ripped open and our guts are falling out.
That being said, my guts will be collected into the bowl of the eternal internet; to be stared at with confused looks and passed on. I hope you'll find something here eventually, but in the mean time..go outside or something.
Eternally starving and about to eat chicken and waffles,
Ian
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