hi this is eric blomgren

i think im dumb bup im probabally just......................

Blind optimism is like walking on an unfinished bridge; it's dangerous and can only get you so far.

Random Girl. Real Experience. (title is for you trevor)

I saw you at McDonald's; you were beautiful. I wanted to jump your bones, or something like that. You had beautiful dark skin and you were wearing a low cut shirt, or blouse; I frankly don't know the difference.

But you were nervous, and I knew this because of the look on your face,
and i could tell from the distance that you followed your friends at; very close.

You sat at a table in the back with 2 other of your friends, and you met with a guy who really just looked like a drug dealer. It was unmistakable, with the round pack of chew sticking out from his back pocket, and his motorcycle.

I'm assuming that you met to arrange a hit on one of your close friend's mom, or just to score some illegal prescription drugs; either way, it doesn't really matter.



This was my observation. This was my decision. This was my judgment.

Christ.

Inside of that heart there is your true calling. The heart that beats the blood of Jesus; or something like that.

Outside of that heart all I can see is destruction and depression and depravity and delusion.




You are pumping too.
That blood in your side, and water,
it's almost too much.

We learn about you
on Easter and Christmas Day.
We learn to ask and receive.

I asked for wisdom
and though you gave it to me,
I didn't know it hurt.

I'm asking for love
now, and wondering when it
will come. I hope soon.

I can feel the warmth from the lack of wind; I hide,
crouching behind a wall, and sit down where no one can get
to me.


or something...

Today, March 30th, 2010

Today, it is cloudy and overcast.

Hung low is the sun
and if you don't look now
it might have already gone. (passed)


Today is like Windy's favorite day.

He gets to push people around
and make it look like an accident
and make you look like a fool.


Today is a lesson on humble fragility.

Of all the things I've learned
i've still yet to learn that;
that and how to sail.

This is unrelenting.


this is madness
aching
longing
pining

whatever you want to call it.


It sucks that my feelings have stuck around;


i just want them out of here
whether in a parade procession or (Alive)
in a box. (Dead)

This song reminds me of summer.

remember that summer when we met

at church
and under no presumptions.

We were friends

and at the height of this reign;
close buddies.


remember that summer when I told you

I could love you
and that I liked your blue eyes and cute knees.

I picked dandelions for you

in the field, but
ripped them up when I saw you coming.


remember that summer when you told me

that I was just a friend,
and not much more; not close buddies.








Remember the winter afterwards?

Life is less about living then it is about damage control.

You are small and beautiful. People love you. I am big and awkward. People laugh at the jokes I tell or the weird things i say. "We" was a dream; i was naive.

She was so beautiful, I popped an unconscious boner. I'm not kidding.

It was innocuous, I would have un-popped or uncorked that boner if I could have.


It was just a little one though, not like a blood rusher or anything...

eh.

I am half a man
Don't let my muscles fool you
Inside and out; fear.


I am scared of light.
With power to reveal me
I stay far from it.


Mediocre Man
or serious, passive man
Either way I am shrinking.


Rain Forest tree stump
potential gained and lost, I
cry for fallen trees.

"The life is not only video games."

The way i see it, both the working man and the white collar man lie and are generally dishonest. But atleast the working man is honest about it.

There is this girl who comes through the drive-through at Wendy's and she usually gets a Baconator. And she's pretty attractive, I actually think Brad knows her, or maybe Devin. I know she went to our school but that's it.

I just think there is something very sexy about a girl that attractive being able to eat a baconator. Well, she's not like real blonde-bombshell pretty. She has darker skin, and brown hair, but she really does look good.

But just the fact that she's comfortable enough with herself that she can eat that, It's just cool, ya know. It's like a macho guy getting a salad.


Man, she really stopped me in my tracks. She had beautiful skin, and she was one of those girls who just makes your heart ache, and pound.


or....does that happen... to any of you...?


maybe just me...




whatever. I'm gonna go eat a salad.

We're so full of illusions and ideas. Everyone of us.

Basically it is what being civilized has done to us. It makes us dream. Rather, it lets us dream, I should say. But still, girls are the worst.

They don't want to be told that they are beautiful by just anyone. It has to be someone they think is attractive too, or charming or witty. or something. They have all these illusions about romance. Chivalry even. Chivalry is dead because they killed it. When the damsel in distress is asking you to save her from the tower and you know that she climbed up those stairs all by herself, it kind of kills any feelings you have of being a man. She's just playing little games with you then, right?


Girls never seem to care when I pour my heart out saying how pretty they are. or beautiful. or graceful. and I'm guessing it is because I am ugly. I am not charming, nor very witty. I am nothing, mostly. Alot of nothing. A big fucking blog of nothing. Of anti-matter or some shit like that.

There's a little bit of truth in the roles that men and woman play, though. There is a little bit of validity in the woman being delicate and the man being strong. I don't think it's all societal pressures, ya know?


I got nothing.

I wish my name was kevin spacey just to see the reaction on peoples faces.

Idea.

I guess this is a blog to Trev and Brad. Me and Trevor already talked about this alittle but he didn't seem to get what I was trying to convey so I'll post it on here.


Me and Trevor were trying to write a script for a movie, and it didn't really work out. To me, it lacked any sort of truth in it. It wasn't really true to me and it wasn't true, I don't think, to trevor.


so, saying all of that, I think it would be cool to make a collection of the best of our writings and film it. I don't mean to say that we'd act it out, only that we would find someway to convey the poem, or prose or rant, in a way that's visual. There are so many possibilities, It's more then what we did in fiction poetry with our videos...



Maybe we could read some of our poems, like spoken word, across the back drop of either still images or video. I could read Trevor's poem and interpret it in my own way when I do.

Maybe we could rewrite a certain piece that another one of us has written.


Does this make sense?

With alot of trevors blogs, we could act it out in a little one-scene play. or sketch. me and brad could read ours aloud, spoken word style.


But, basically it's about picking our best, most inspired work and just representing it. I'm just itching to film something, and I'm itching to write.


Maybe we could print off all of our selected works and talk about them, like Trevor did for me.


I just want to do something, you know?





Make sense?

I'm not growing up without a fight.

I have a one centimeter weiner.