Idiot Savant--w/ emphasis on idiot

Dream Song 14.

ephemeron:

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatedly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,

Who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

- John Berryman.

Admission

of being buzzed at work at 8:22 am. I’m no wallflower—just pretending. Manic-depression (aka bi-polar disorder) can have this symptom: illusing that being buzzed is better than being absent from work. Am I right?

I wish more of you had comments because I hate reblogging something I posted just to make a coment about your response.

breannajai:

treyo-wands, thank you. I think just knowing someone understands helps immensly.

Idiot Savant, thank you too. I like being told I’m cute. haha

 I like telling people that they’re cute.  Especially when they notice that I did.

going to see benjamin button, finally!

(via realrealsoft)
You mean world’s fastest banjo picker? Oh, no. Probably not. But the world’s fastest lives in MN and his name is Johnny Butten. He is un-be-fucking-lievable!