How to read this blog

For a better understanding of the blog's story,

start reading the entries beginning February 1st

Who are you? I'm not.

this blog feels like a  high school classroom in August. There is so much emptiness in this pseudo silence. Aren't all half-assed things half -assed?

I'm a minimalist.

Fireplace.

Married.

Cats.

Nice place.

Job.

Shrink chair.

Good wine.

Like you said.

Less makes me happy.

Where are you

at this point?

I got a long 

way to go.

Married.

Job.

Shrink chair.

Good wine.

Nice place.

Cats.

Fireplace.

sh

Do you remember everything
you have said this past month?
Half of them. I'm taking lessons.
This is the symbol of our
government. Ibrahim.
We agreed to say that
I'm the dude in the Panda suit.
He is old and he makes them.
He forgets I can hear and he
gets frustrated trying to explain
to me in sign language. Anything in mind?
Nirvana. It belonged to
other writers. By the way, relax.
I’m a poet. Less writing.
It facilitates painting.

I meant

I mean,

how does one express emotions in silence? Facial expressions? How about from a long distance? Over the phone? Silence.

Anger, discomfort, anxiety. I guess they don't exist. They do exist but are drowned in the swimming pool of the face. 

So

If we agree that people actually do learn things from repetition and practice... then if an emotion stops been expressed or repeated, do people un-learn it?

Can silence resolve serious issues?

Silence can resolve only our own personal issues. Are words the only thing we possess in order to advice and help others? Is silence considered apathy in western cultures?  Seems that this is the case. How do words help? Is the understanding of them the same for different people? how much harm can silence make? How much harm can words make?

Greek saying:

"A tongue has no bones, yet it breaks bones"

have a good weekend 

March 6th. Excerpts from my notes

Are you off today? Are you stoned?
Are you sober? I don't have cell phone
reception. It's a long time. I can still
hear. That would be so funny if
they were doing it to fuck with the
customers. I write every day. Look
outside the window. The wall frame.
I saw these before. It's a woman. It is
2 guys. Have you seen it before? They
had one on a spinning base. He showed
a product called Bayonnaise. Bacon
& Mayonnaise. I don't want to talk
anymore. I will go get change.
I miss my Vespa. They have it in diet too.
Can you cook lettuce? Stavro.
Come & find me. Can I have two
$10 bills please? I am trying
to learn about mysticism. We will
be back for it. Another John.
She was eaten by dirt. H2O please.