found and lost
finding things hidden in boxes in boxes in boxes and i can’t remember collecting most of it. did these things really happen, or were they …
Category: Asta di Pesca
….asta being a lingual fishing rod of ambiguity and subconscious prattling….
The original Asta di Pesca was a blog written from a distorted perspective of the subconscious, with intentionally high ambiguity, very open interpretability and often referencing concepts personified as characters that the author or reader was interacting with or responding to. Nothing is real, but everything is intentional.
The name came from a typo of the author’s original screen name, mutated into a joke, then translated through Spanish and into Italian. It popped out as “Asta di Pesca” and I liked it.
Take it all with a grain of salt. I do.
push!
respect has no idea of the impact he has. the content, the satisfaction gained from respect is both limitless and unfathomable. the attraction is not …
discontent / in contempt
taking the brunt of the discontent of others leaves me feeling like I’ve nothing left to give, nothing left to lose.
things hurt and shouldn’t.
there are things in the closet that shouldn’t be there. skeletons, and too many of them, are rattling and clunking and shaking and screaming.. their …
wherefore
living a life excluded, occluded, sanitized, demoralized left me in a black hole of self-doubt with a haze of non-recognition. A day, a day, a …
transformation
Things and people wonder why I am what I am, and I don’t even really know the answer to that one. I leave the past …
Discomfort
Broach the subject of my discomfort. Ever wonder why you feel like you’re dried up inside? Much like there’s nothing left to give, nothing there …
Children.
For god’s sake, stop acting like children, the pair of you. Stop. Breath. Talk to each other. What do you want, stop accusing each other …
“So hard.”
so what? so who so why so where so when no pedestrian way no fucking clue no reasonable excuse no reality check no way out
damage
Leaving ties unbound, a day like this makes me want to leave things behind. A habit of mine that I usually detest in myself, leaving …
Let myself be me.
Let myself be me. Let me find myself, allow for growth, change, flexibility – yet “plunge”. Not the one to shy away from a challenge. …
something.
Date Unknown [found in a .txt collection from Jan 2006] Leaving the love behind I feel like the past is chasing me down with an …
Letting one go astray.
Losing control and letting things go means that there are things you cannot control and it seems that when you let one go, all manner …
chance has a lot to answer for..
like leaving things to slip away while others do their thing and i’m left wandering, wondering and pondering the things i’ve let get away, get …
lingering wonderings leaving
Time is inconsequential on a day where sense and nonsense collide & intermingle with the radical & the logical. history repeats in a meaningful way …
shiny red absurdities and desires…
modus operandi inclusive of the lie that i’m holding so dear, and the one that i wish was true, the one i truly want and …
you should heed your own words, dearest one.
don’t ever, ever, ever tell me i’m nothing. you won’t like the reaction you get. yes, he said, you have no idea how nasty she …
the beep hits me
Listening to a dial tone and suddenly it beeps. A high pitched invasive beep that leaves you wondering what it means and what it was …
blue skies and wonderment lost
living in the middle of a north by north-east swell and i can’t control the tides of time or occurrence. not that i’d want to, …
i think that
links between the two are inexplicable, but it’s probably better that way. when you know too much, you start expecting things, and you know that …