Just a thought? I believe not.

Things that you often think about can always be left unwritten. But then how would anyone have any proof that you honestly were the thinker that you are. I see people from day to day that choose to either use work or school as an excuse for them not pursuing the things they truly love or the goals they wish to accomplish. Then they decide to use their money for silly things like pills or weed which they get the money for from their job... of which they believe is something they are only going to do until they save up enough for their bullshit fund. But when i see this i can look at two different sides of the spectrum. Because in truth they would rather spend there money on substances which either narrow or broaden their search for a reason to be on this very beautiful planet we inhabit. I was reading an article on how we had a large boom in jobs opening up as soon as Reagan passed his silly little bill that we are finally seeing the affects of today. But thats only thanks to a major roll that our sir George W. Bush had by protecting his interests instead of the whole worlds. We already had enough shit coming our way it just so happened that we decided to put the fattest man at the end of the Mc. Donalds line and wait for him to get so hungry he just ordered the whole menu instead of a few combos. We are basically going to see a whole new era for our children. It might be bad and it might be really good. Either way. I will have a say in what i feel i have a say in, until then. I feel as if its time to let you know. Pills are not the answer. Sleep will come to those who choose to act on which they think. Not act as if they have no brain to think. Give me a chance to let you know i see more than 10 of my close friends on a regular basis through the day. Not one leaves my house sober....

The thirtieth day of March.

I was gazing down upon a valley full of scraps of what used to be a full picture. Its as if every single time you look across the vast waste of nothing we call our lives you begin to paint a very odd distorted image of what used to be a place that had vast opportunity and endless possibility. Now i can only see people rotting away in a giant crater of which we call our city. When i picture my town i picture prescription pill bottles, for sale signs, cigarettes, cars, cell phones, and trendy clothes. Its full of the future breed of mouse rats just trying to get that pretty little cheese on that mouse trap. Except its a home not a block of cheese. We still want to grab it even though we know that if we do it once we think we can do it again and again. We fall into the same exact trap. The same device and contraption we see around every corner. Go ahead walk on in take your shoes off get comfy. You'll be here a while.

  I can consider simi as once being beautiful just as you consider your once naturally tanned daughter and wife being beautiful at a time in there life. Simi had its days but now i really cant take it to seriously. I will always love this town for the fact that it made me who i am today. But its sad to see something so beautiful be destroyed by its own damn self. We all know that we shall all see our demise in time, but its sad to think that we can destroy such a beautiful thing with our own very mind. We cant dwell on these things. We can only hope one will show others how great the mind can be. 

On another note, I figured i would show you how i Curtis Lee Scoville am psychic. Lets all look at my crystal ball predictions from when i was 10 years old i believe. Look how ripped i am when i draw. Oh yeah!

March 30th

March 29th.

Last night was a night for the artistic mind to expand. After a few games of beer pong people started to trickle in like a beautiful cluster of clouds just waiting for that high pressure system of beer to feed there large lack of ambition inside of there bellies. After a while the pistons started to fire thanks to a spark of a bic meeting the glass bowl full of distractions packed tightly waiting to have heat so it can expand and grown bigger until finally it dissipates into ash waiting to be sucked through a thin universe that you believe you are supposed to fall into. A black hole in the middle of the floor that you ever so patiently stare at. You wait for your turn to fall into it. Why? Because there is absolutely nothing better to do. 

We all wait to frolic in a new room and to enjoy the company of a few new strangers. But all in company of something people cant seem to do without..... ambition has many new forms. It has been said that we are not ones to be ambitious in our attempts at things we truly wish to pursue. For at the end of the day we can only wish to connect our mind with another's on the same frequency. Its not until i drink that i realize that people are doing this for the hope that they can look at the other in the eye and feel as if they are looking at the same book open to the same exact page. But its not until you write your own book that you can truly actually acquire a page to turn to. Instead i see people going through the same chapter of there life on a day to day basis. Its not due to the pressures of everyday life or some other pointless excuse that we can all rely on to use when we wake up the next morning. Its due to the person who lives inside of us all. Its due to that little voice we can all make talk when we all want it to talk. This voice is not human. Its a resonating voice inside of every single molecule that is moving at this point and time. Its 1 thing that defines us all. Its just what exactly can you apply that one thing to, that will define who you are. Not who you will become. Because you already became what you were supposed to be billions of years ago.