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typing out loud
typing out loud what i'm supposed to do no matter who, if anyone, is reading or listening or gives a damn or anything so, i'm typing out loud this will be random, but other than no capital letters, no one can tell how this post is different from all the others did you ever see a brown cow in a herd of black and white dairy cows? did you ever see the northern lights? has your car ever stalled in the middle of an intersection at rush hour? i left the airport, taking the elevator up to the 5th parking level, walking to my car, wondering what the hell i was going to do the rest of the day. one bucket of chicken later, i was napping on the couch while my bird napped in his cage while the heat from an arizona afternoon fought to enter my apartment through windows and cracks around doors and stucco. the heat was winning, leaking into my apartment, when the air conditioner came on and beat the heat with a steady stream of refrigerated air. i ordered books last friday, two poetry books, but none have arrived, neither have arrived. maybe tomorrow. i haven't used my lotion bar the past four days and i don't know why. i get dressed, put on my shoes, fill my pockets with stuff needed for everyday life, look at the lotion bar, turn on my heels and go to work. i'm bold sometimes. sometimes i'm daring. lately, i'm neither. lately, i've forgotten to be curious, to be inquisitive, to be a pain in the ass in an asking to many questions way. blah if you had a chance to travel the universe on an alien spacecraft, would you? things fell out of the sky yesterday in phoenix. two large things with spinning blades and four people. all died, all died while chasing a police chase of a carjacker. all died for our entertainment. another reason not to watch television, not to give anyone an excuse to put people's lives in danger for our entertainment. did you hear the one about the guy with no hair? turns out he was bald. i'm tired and may be coming down with a cold but i hope not 'cause i don't want a cold 'cause it's too hot to be sick and i want to go to bed but i know i'll lay there on the bed with the lights off wondering about the diffraction and refraction and transmission and reflection of light on/through/around everything everywhere between the multitude of light sources and the multitude of objects between my retina and the light sources. i think i'm gonna go to bed, lay there, worry about light, worry about mosasaurs in the pool, worry about pteradactyls in the sky, worry about giant worms in the ground, worry about man-eating ravens in the trees, worry about worrying about everything, worry about worry. but don't worry i won't worry about you you put the left foot in, you take the left foot out... |
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7/28/2007 11:38 am |
Thanks! I won't worry about you, either. TJ 236
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