apathy is the trait i most despise in humans.

…from my vantage point that reality is amazing. it created all of the alternate words that we believe are better, after all.

i like coffee hot, but it still tastes strangely nice not.

So for once, dear friend, I am not sat at home on my personal, hughly fine-tuned, computer.. but instead at here, at school. I am here to complete a presentation based on the title of ‘Migrant Workers’. The idea is to give background information on the book, ‘Of Mice and Men‘ by John Steinbeck. But here, of best beloved, is the best part. The presentation is not graded, and contibutes nothing in the way of academic achievement toward our final English GCSE grade. And so this allows for some… creative expression. Simply put, our presentation has now become simply a breeding ground of internet meems and not-taking-things-seriously. In fact, we are a very stark contrast to the very topic of our talk.

You ask, why are you sitting here typing away to thin air when instead you could be working on this masterpiece of a presentation? Well, my good friend and english partner, Simon, is enjoying himself so much with this task it seems almost wrong to try and butt-in.

Thanks.

..i’ve wanted to start a blog post with the opening line as the subject. there, done. phew, sense of achievement.  also, another thing i’ve wanted to do is to actually write something that means something to a human brain that is not mine. i was thinking a story of some variety.. i mean, all the ones i’m writing in little teeny tiny bits at a time are pretty crap. but i mean, if i had the objective of writing, say, a chapter per week, maybe i’d get things done? i don’t know, i’m just throwing ideas out into the stratosphere.

seamless.

There is this world out there, that is just screaming for us to explore. It wants us to know it, it wants us to be a part of how amazing it is. But not to do anything that we might consider life changing or amazing, but to just simply be, outside, with it. Be company, to the earth. Sit with it a while. Talk to it, ask it how it’s day was, because I’ll bet, that however shit your day was.. it’s been through more than you. The earth doesn’t demand these things, but it does need you. It’s let us ride on its back, and we cannot abuse that. We hold the reins that control it, but no horse can be controlled forever, before it either breaks free, or dies. But we can both live with it. But we need to recognise the role that our long forgotten friend, the earth, plays in our survival. Because let’s face it, we need it, it doesn’t need us.

To return to the place that fell out, but now is to to be returned into favour, restores what it once was. To abstain is to relove.

‘do come along, the boat is leaving and we’ll be late!’

‘i’m in no mood to leave in a state like this..’

‘this is your final chance jimmy.. stay here with the earth and watch it boil.. or come with us, and start a new life!’

‘i cannot choose between life and my home. i refuse’

the ship pulled away. jimmy watched it. he knew he had made the wrong decision. if only. why? why was he so stupid? there’s no going back now. he will face his death alone. he’ll be alone, forever.

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Today’s piece was a kinda feeling I get every time I make a decision.. although I always make it seem worse in my head. The decisions I make are commonly not life or death (or life or home in this situation).

Kinda a dramatic title though. Eye catching.
-Jon Prentice

Darkness fell like the wispy unsubstantial sheet on day that it is.

please save me. i appear to be trapped inside a small box. the box is growing smaller. it feels as if outside it’s a sunny day. i’d quite like to go and see my friends in the sun on the sunny day. so if you wouldn’t mind.. could you please just open up the lid.. and oh yeah, that’s the ticket. thanks pal.

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Nope. No idea where that one came from..

-Jon Prentice