Saturday, May 11, 2013

editations

I have written well over a million words.  They all sit, cluttered in a heap of nonsensical gibberish on my flash drive.

Funny, I don't think the flash ever drove.

Of these million words, I can not find the first one that I like.

Not a single one.

I'm one of those language is a barrier moods, and as we've learned throughout all of this living stuff, there is no arguing with a mood.

So what it boils down to is a dirty pan and burnt sauce.   I was never very good at reductions anyway.





Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Unreality television

When comes to books I tend toward the non fiction almost usually, so it's strange that I would decide to be writing fiction in my "spare" time.  And probably kinda stupid.  I have no idea what I'm doing.  I'm just doing it. 

When it comes to television I tend toward the fiction.  I like stories. Doesn't everyone? 

I almost usually hate anything remotely related to what we refer to as reality tv.  But just the same I'd watch one where they put a bunch of smokers in a house without cigarettes. 

I don't remember who's idea that was, but it wasn't mine.  I think about it though. Every time I quit. 

I've decided not to quit.  At least in every negative connotation provided in that terminology.  I'm not going to quit smoking. I am, however, going to start breathing more cleanly.  Or something.  Seriously.  Brainwashing oneself is tricky business.  At this juncture I'm just beginning to feel like a pro.  Until it all collapses in again, anyway. ;) 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Shampooing is to life as complacency is to death

Satiated. 

Sedated.

Samenessessessesssessssssssss.
Onenessessessesssessssssssssssssssssss.
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Stop.
Wait.
Listen.

no.

Demolish.
Polish.
Hope.

Try.
Try Harder.

Striiiiiiiiiiiiiive!

Survive.
PUSH.
Harder, bitch.
Faster.
With conviction!

Hope.
Shit.
Both hands heavy,
Fullnessessessessssssss.
Caressessesseesssesssssses.
Satiated.

Ignore.

Scrub.

Rinse.
Repeat.