Stopping by woods on a snowy evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Without you to share them with,

All these beautiful scenes

Seem like dark, dull, humourless things.

Fire and Ice - Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Do I want him because I'm self-destructive or am I self-destructive because I want him?

Is it any wonder that sitting in front of this computer screen, it's a struggle to find the words to summarise my thoughts. The minute I stop typing and glance at the screen the cold, pixellated surface stems my flow. THere is nothing organic about this process.

What inspires me? This is one of these questionnaire type questions - like what's your favourite smell? Let's see, ground coffee beans; freshly cut grass, but something less obvious. The smell of a new school book, or one of those manuals that you get with your phone. You know the ones with those almost plasticky-feeling pages. That smell reminds me of these Keeper toys I used to have as a kid.

Passing scenery, being in a car, on a bus. Only time I'm ever really alone with my thoughts...but it's so relaxing that I generally can't be bothered recording them cos my pen can't keep up with my head. Can my mouth? Dictaphone...but the minute I hear my voice I get distracted, never mind a webcam. My face, my appearance has also become an unwelcome distraction. Why so self-obsessed, so vain? Can we blame society or is it an individual problem?

Why do I feel my thoughts need recording, I need to write?

I sit atop a star,
And wish upon a chair.

You've reached the obode of perpetual darkness..

Hello my name is Sarah, you've reached verifications. Hi, my name is Sarah, and you're through to verifications. Hey, my name is Sarah Lyons, and it's my job to check your details.
Slight variations on a ubiqiutous theme...neccessary synonyms to eleviate the strain of repetitive topics. A thesaurus addition to a common-ass life that allows us to paint a positive picture in our minds....because this isn't just a current problem...or a personal problem. This is a subjective and objective view on a world-wide modern day epidemic.
Tv has turned into one big program on how you/they/we live our lives, and the leap from fantasy to reality, massively highlights for me,how much time we devote to watching other people live their lives, over actually living our own. Music is largely reutterances, renaming, repetitive do-overs... Art is a caricature of what it once was. Lacking in originality, substance, anything.
Of course, I generalise....but it's difficult not to get frustrated when you look around and see such inanity referred to as entertainment. Having to listen to people rave about X-factor and feign interest in the banality of their lives can be soul-destroying as well. You can say it's important to remain true to one's own interests but sometimes it's easier to nod and smile and be a sheep, than to be the cynical, negative co-worker that no one wants to talk to any more. I think as you get older you realise that it isn't so much compromising your integrity as just saving your energy (severely diminished from college - a lot pointlessly expended on protesting car parking fees without actually owning a car then or since..) for the more important things in life. I'll update this when I figure out what those our.

depressed reflectioNs on a mOrbid exisTence

....nah, just kidding!! This is a happy posting...or is it?? I mean it's not like I've ever been known for consistency. More like one tangent stream of intangible reasoning after the next. Hmmmm, I'm not sure this is going anywhere. I went somewhere though. Australia!! Who would have though it. Ok fine, it's not Yemen. It's kind of an obvious choice. The exciting thing is that I'm close to all these other places that are completely alien to me, ...and I have a chance to obliterate that ignorance....to go somewhere I never even dreamed of before...if I can just get a job. Well that kinda knocks all those romanticisms to hell doesn't it. It's soul-destroying really. I'm like roadrunner making deep ruts in the dirt I'm so eager to keep running...and that whole dirty concept of money is just holding me back with his horrible grimy hands. Or maybe it's really that new plague that's sweeping the nation...what's the name for it again.?! Oh yeah, sitonthecouchitis. This isn't turning out to be as cheery as I thought.
:)
There we go. Everything's fixed now, thanks to our friend the emoticon. *long sigh. I really hate it. More than saying like at the end of every sentence, and long hand-shakes, and fad-type catchphrases, ooooh, multiple exclamation marks,.....

Use your words people!!!