Goes back a long time ago... high school girlfriend. She asked do you kiss apples or prunes. The naive one didn't know what she was talking about. Quite simply really now looking back on it... say the words... feel your mouth... it's a silly experiment but fun none the less...
Forgot how much fun it is to think about simple things... kissing... eating... drinking. Acts that make you feel something primitive and pure.
once upon a time... there was a cat
a tabby from Brazil
named Luke
the cat would sleep all day
prowl around at night looking for hot chickee type cats to play with
the siamese type the best especially twins
he dug the blue eyes you see
somthing about the moonlight reflected in them... drove him mad
one night
a little siamese number by the name of Jezebel taught him a trick
a simple trick
but a trick none the less
i forget how the rest of the story goes... time for tea
Things important in life:
Company of friends
Lisa
Good books
An endless supply of tunes
Capacity to enjoy movies
Interest in the arts
Effort to expand one's mind
Possible enlightment
Learning
Life itself
Smells of things remembered
Still be surprised by stuff
Ability to laugh and make others laugh
Stories
Family
A good cocktail
Health
Food
Typing in this small list I forget how silly prompts are. I really don't want to list things. I want to dream about things while music plays in the background. Watch a hundred bad girls dance around in my head... it is a dream after all. Life is about family, drinking and food... simple things uncomplicated by time...
Perhaps some tea...
So simple, so effortless it almost hurts. Note the word almost. Quite different than say jabbing a pair of scissors through your eye but hey. Nothing is painless. The dentist looks at you and says does that hurt, and you say no through a mouth of gauze and who knows what but then the drill kicks in and what's that... pain. No, it can't be you are numb but still...
Just goes to show you, can't escape it. Left to fate we may perish yet. Still in all my brain continues to rot and I dream of tea and sleep.
Strange how your tastes change over the year. Slipping in and out of likes and dislikes... Somethings remaining constant in the end. Why is that?
Screw the self-inflicting pain addicts... banish those that numb themselves in servitude to something they can't understand... don't tell me to turn straight edge... vegan... pagan... christian or any other psycho babble brew ha ha you can come up with.
I need some sleep... that would be nice... sleep... sweet slumber... I dream of you...
Little animals like little people... misbehaving and never doing what they are supposed to so they look cute and get away with murder. Kind of like bad music groups... tee hee...
Cards at the bar last night... I'll never get good at Bridge but hey beer and cards will make any one's day. Games are a good thing... makes your head work and you get in some good times with people.
Have to do game night again this fall... Looking forward to classes it should be kinda cool pursuing some new thing... who knows a new and bright future. Sounds like bakealite or fiesta ware...
New, shiny colors... winking and waving at you... smiling... drawing you in. So alluring, sexy and voluptous... the feel of porcelain against your skin... so cool and yet...
Back to work, slacker...
Sex and computers... tiny little sex bots running around in my brain. What a concept, think about it... the paranoia of the whole thing. Androids, bots, cyber whatever... it just makes you want to throw in the towel and fall off the grid forever...
Become some monk of some sort and climb a mountain... hang out in trees... eat granola, smoke weed and laugh at really bad television.
I just need to escape for a minute... vent the brain... spew words onto something and smile to myself...
Whew a little ranting and raving... man what a week, what a life... things are a lot like origami. Folded symetry and line. Variations on a theme and a base its what it's all about. Kind of like baking if you think about it.
It's just one of those things. Life runs around in circles like seasons... so does working at a university... up and down like the yo yo man in that Echol and The Bunnymen song. Funny how the summer drags on and on.... exciting and fun... hot and dragging finally when things are ready to explode the Fall settles in and things change again...
Ah yes the seasons... full of promise and hope and new color. People begin to clothe themselves again and once again jackets, sweaters and sweatshirts appear. Life looks good again... time for picnics and lazy afternoons of kite flying...
Why are life's little pleasures so simple... catching a brief nap... decent cartoons... cold beer... a nice cup of tea.
Time for noodles... i'll return soon... full of hope and desperation...
Reworked the handouts... must shave tommorow. Work on that hygeine thing... fear not I shower everyday and all that but personal things ie shaving, combing, etc. just aint that high on the old important meter.
Now it's big bucks and benefits baby. Sign me up for that 403-B that's what I'm talking about. Not really, it's just a ramble and a rant. Enough ranting for now... got to go to work... i'll be back... hopefully soon
Simplicity like the brand of clothes patterns states, simple. Persons sitting, waiting, waiting for their autos. Discussions of business and neighborhoods. Things right in the world, things wrong. Rambling on about this guys and that guy. Places not up to code, not fitting standards.
The typical keeping up with Joneses conversation. Blah blah blah, how many times have the words these guys are saying, how many times have they been spoken before. None of my business but still.
Get the car in, do your business, the get to work. Check the clock, write some words. Check the clock, a couple of more words. Pumped in music drifts fromt the ceiling.
Country, talking about the country, the great west. Potential of knocking down all those trees. They're just in the way, right.
Some grow wise in their years, others complacent. Grant me the grace to stay funny. The world will go it's way, perhaps a small change that will snowball. That is what I hope.
Buddha and Pikachu looking over me making sure I breathe and function. Got a couple of pictures from mom that were done by my brother. He needed to send them off to someone, anyway once again I fixed things up and helped out. Hopefully my bro will get something out of this.
Where are we going and why do some of us do the things we do. A couple of days ago there was this girl sitting outside of the grocery store on a bench. She had her hands covering her face making her look like the saddest girl in the world. The weird part was she didn't look that sad, not really. Maybe she was just hot who knows.
After I finished at the story and loaded the car with my new cargo I drove by the bookstore and what to my surprise. The same girl. Different bench, same hunched over look. Man did she have that routine down.
Got to get caught up on sleep. Vacations are killing me... all running around and no sleep. It beats being really stressed out. Class is almost done this week. New show at Gallery 210, the Distant Relatives of Johnny Naugahyde... will have to go... starts this fall...
