Ten minutes of someone else's internal monologue.

Monday, November 10, 2008

the luxury of deservence

And its a long time this working it out of the town. I mean, there was some thing I slid through, some processing of coming into ones own self. The self of my own, an identity process. money to identity. unemployed. uh oh. i am unemployed. or hell yes, i am unemployed. which is stressful and great. boop boop. your welcome. you can welcome me. update on the end of time? no, time is still going. still clicking right on along with the gray hairs on my head. no lie, they are there. i guess one day people wont be shocked when i tell them, because i will have been around enough years to merit that truth being known. i guess that what I am, what I am is self conscious. always and forever yours, self conscious. oh the time of the speeding is approaching and ending and beginning and if someone asked me what I was doing, well, could I tell them? would I? Is it purely personal amusement or, well, you know, is it, well, um, affecting, inflecting, projecting, protecting, engaging, you know? Do you know? Knowledge shared is knowledge gained. ignorance shed, there ain't no stopping us know. or so the song goes but the truth of the matter is that if there was a time and place, I would probably loose it. find me over by the mattress, checking out the sheet collection. i feel like, well, I feel a little gassy. i dont know. i cant riddle you that. i cant tell you. you have hands again. oh. my god. ten minutes really is forever. those are the limits of my time and my focus, but its worth it but one day again soon i will meet you in the morning and it will change my day and maybe i will add yoga in and manage not to get manic but instead channel the man playing music on the street to in time withe the yup, was that on a street car? musical street cars? toasts. one tract mind. ol' lang syne. do you remember the part of the puzzle? do you remember hitting that pipe? is really what you might be wondering, and yes, I do. Which i know is not beneficial for my craft but its not so much detrimental I would argue. This is life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness and mistakes are at every corner. everything is big.

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