p.s.

So, yeah, the filler stuff...I don't have internet access at my place currently and I haven't found a wireless hotspot I can use nearby, so for the moment I can only get online at work, and since my lunch break isn't exactly long enough for a thoughtful post usually there may be a wee bit more time between posts than normal. Just a heads up. After all, I can't be shirkin' on the first few weeks of the job, now can I? Besides, where else do I get to play with welders?

Less Taste, More Filling!

Well, for all those of you who've been waiting with bated breath for the next installment of Ben's Fabulous Filler Free-for-all, bate no further! That's right folks, the well is dry, the hamster is dead, and Elvis is alive in a box somewhere. In other words, I got nothing except some old stuff I wrote this one day in high school (in case you've forgotten, this is the second of the things I scrawled down in an attempt to retain my sanity in the face of overwhelming boredom. Opinions vary on just how successful that attempt was.) Anyways, you'll have to bear with me not only because this is the shortest of the three, but also because it's just freakin' weird. I'm talking emo/goth weird here. My apologies.

Bloody-minded thoughts
of broken glass and
shattered nightmares
free to roam the daylight
hours like misplaced
spectres of our inner
darkness.


yeah...um, just do me a favor and chock it up to irony and a slowly dying brain, okay? Alright, well keep your eyes peeled for the exciting final installment the next time my brain fails to produce anything meaningful! Ceao!

100% Filler

Well, it looks like it's that time again. Yep, another one of those times when I don't have anything meaningful, or even just rambling and odd for that matter, to say so I attempt to placate y'all by dredging some meager scrap of writing I've done. *digs through Folder of Random Creativities* Ah, here we go. This guy's one of three that I wrote during a very painful period of my life, namely about an hour or so that my world history class back in high school had to spend sitting in with this Latin class full of freshman (their teacher was baby-sitting us for some reason). It was horribly traumatizing for me, but it resulted in some funny or at least rather odd poetry, so enjoy the fruits of my pain!


Sometimes you sit
in a place you don't belong
but yet you cannot leave
you are held back by invisible hands
The door stands open
and the window
but you find
yourself a tree
rooted
with your only
escape the taste
of the breeze.

On all sides dark shapes
chatter and gibber
waving thin arms
of immaturity
raking flesh from your mind
Seeking refuge
Inside
within yourself
surrounded by the
stone of your own
self-imposed solitude
but it breaks
and then is healed by saving
thoughts blown in on the breeze.

albinism (āl'bə-nĭz'əm) noun

You really know you're white when you're walking across campus on a bright, warm, sunny day and you catch a whiff of what smells like fresh cooked bacon and you can't figure out where it's coming from until, suddenly, you realize it's you.

Use the sun responsibly, kids, and remember: knowing is half the battle. All that's left is the hard part.

And now you know.