Ten minutes of someone else's internal monologue.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
12:28-12:38
free to dribble. that is what i was thinking just before i started to write this. . using my pinkie finger on my right hand when i type. that is something i could do more of. you know. more apostrophes easier quotes. feeling. more feeling? hmm, i don't know about all that now but i do know that typing accuracy at high speeds feels like an accomplishment. like cleaning. the other day at work i had a hard time thinking of anything more rewarding than my job, just on a base function level. take that what is dirty and messy and clean and straighten, and grow things. cleaning and gardening, immensely okay rewarding isnt really the word i meant to use, what i was thinking tonight was rewarding but when i was actually having the feeling it was sense of accomplishment. its the small things, no? but more on my must. typing in bed. its hard to keep good posture for my back gets wierd i slump, my forearms feel awkward. okay. back up right. yes. it is better this way. i give my whatevers to the deities of posture. keep me straight! sitting straight and standing straight and today at the beach i straighted it out and it was good. i also saw seals who were my friends and some pelicans eating and flying. also people, seagulls, and other small birds. and one wet dog. and a weird piece of styrofoam. and kelp. and crab shells. and seagull eating crab. and, and and. its true. it can be dribble. but if I'm going to do it, well, actually that's just it, i just do it. haha. i just backspaced a reference to a song from the little mermaid. loves. its it a tightening or a stoppage or just a time for a pause. like she says, like ms alice walker says, the pause. its in an essay. in the world as i want it alice walker is required reading and there is a giant statue of her in town centers and people just love her and sometimes there is a fountain around the statue and sometimes there are flowers people leave at the statues and everyone is real, well, evolved. i tried not to use it, not to say evolution. i didn't want to identify myself with that word. but. then, there you have it.
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