Voice Recording Verbatim

It all started with a poem...  The recording that is...

I caught the look she shot

from across the bar

she was open like a book

leaf through her pages

words hung from her shoulders

her body covered in new coined phrases

gold and yellow graffiti

And I stand

As we stand

The earth is shaken as silence

Slips from my tongue

 

Eh... it's January 19th approximately 9:15 at night.  Uhm.... a little experiment here.  This is going to be the first time I've ever dictated a blog post.  Well, really dictated any kind of writing for the matter.  So we're going to see how this goes.  It's something I'd like to do with my writing in the future.  It's my voice, I'm not writing as somebody else.  It's almost more truthful that way.  It is more truthful that way.  So this is going to be transcribed from this tape verbatim.  And uh... this is hopefully going to be posted sometime Sunday night.  Right now...the roads are fucking terrible.  I have one hand on the wheel, I should probably have two.  Last night was kind of fun.  I went out and uh... sang... karaoke.  See that was interesting.  That was interesting.  I had way too much to drink.  Luckily I only sang half a song.  So...yea it was a good time.  A good time.  I got to play marriage counselor for two hours after two hours of the before mentioned "kill myself fest". And basically, my friends sat me down.  My friends being in a relationship together, they live together.  And we started discussing the possibility of my friend moving out and moving in with me.  In the upcoming year.  And obviously his girlfriend isn't a big fan of that idea.  So we just discussed a few things.  I don't sound like an idiot when I'm drinking.  I mean what I say.  And in a way...it's... liberating.  I can definitely understand why artists and writers and actors come to rely on alcohol as a crutch.  Because last night, I developed this metaphor of love...as a present.  And what that present is...it's really yourself.  And what you do is package yourself for this person.  You give yourself a little bow and give yourself to somebody.  And from a distance it's beautiful.  But when you open that present you get what that person is entirely.  And part of love is giving that present to somebody who you feel that way for as well.  And you're just hoping to God that they open that present and truly appreciate what's inside.  It was really the most beautiful thing I think I've ever said.  I'm not saying that because I'm amazed at my skill with words but because I'm amazed at my complete lack of control of words.  Because sometimes it's easy to stumble upon something so true, so basic, so primal and not really appreciate it.  And I think really that's what every writer wants to accomplish.  That line straight from God.  That line straight from their muse.  For it to bypass that censorship center in the brain and flow right down their arm and into the writing.  The roads are bad and my car is warm.  I just lost control there for half a second.  I will continue this later....Thank You