5.18.07 The Makeshift DiariesThe Makeshift Diaries5.18.07 The Makeshift Diaries
Friday – May 18
Ever just wake up and realize that you’re not awake? Your eyes are open, you take a shower and walk out the door but you’re not really there?
That “Not Really There” syndrome got me through the day, and I thank my brain for not functioning correctly. It was only school. And it was a Friday, but I just couldn’t do it.
I still showed up at 8:05 in the morning.
The smiling Doctor taught my drowsy comrades the wonders of something or other for an hour and a half. In that time, I successfully scribbled do
The Fragile MindThe Fragile Mind Zac MoilanenThe Fragile Mind
My mind is a church; One of those fascinating, Intriguing pieces of architecture, Where people stare and wonder “Just how’d they do it?”
A brilliant structure filled with music; Organs play and choirs sing, Instilling awe in all who hear, And amazement to those who think “But how’d they do it?”
It’s one of those buildings; That used to be spectacular, Before the bombs dropped, Turning parapets to dust And melodies to scrap.
The new generation watches; The wreckage is cleared, &nb
The Anatomy of a BlinkThe Anatomy of a Blink Zac MoilanenThe Anatomy of a Blink
Eyelids close quickly, Lasting but a second. During that time The world turns dark, Eyes recover, Pupils relax. For one instant, At peace.
How I wish I blinked more often.
Me?
Fear FactorThis is no trip down some highschool textbook. There’s no confusing marginalia scribbled sideways, No convoluted verbiage staring some backwards poet straight in the face No It’s just the point where you gotta kick back Because sometimes I need a breather.Fear Factor
I need a breather like Donald Trump needs a new hairdo I need a breather like your little siblings need shutup pills I need a breather like the way a 67 year old man with an asthma problem left stranded on the street by his all-too-well-off daughters Needs community healthcare
Because I don’t want to live my lif
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Miss Zombie
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