iDallas!
The gods are battling it out.
Mount Olympus will never be the same.
One god is being replaced by two.
Twin towers, separated at birth.
All eras die at some point, I guess.
Some people are too quick to wanna nail down the coffin, though. The death of a known beast could be the beginning of a greater unknown.
With unknown, there can always be hope, however.
I’m impatient.
If an answer doesn’t come to me right away, I give up or just try to force an answer. Whatever answer.
I want everything to be quick and tidy.
When something isn’t, it just keeps kicking around in my head for days upon days. I can’t let myself go the extra step to really give the situation a good think-through.
trembling toes reach into shivering water
brown leaves float shyly nearby, whipped by the wind.
laughing children wash in and out over the horizon,
The setting sun burns golden through the branches.
I can smell my ideas floating just out of reach sometimes.
tip top toes.
rock road rows.
sipping sorpulent sores.
suck. sock.
seek.
sea.
monkey.
sink.
roll
down.
dern.
Eroneous feelings.
Those things.
You know?
They make it hard.
Hard it is.
Thinking does no good.
One of those situations.
I’m so direct.
yep.
Thinking, thoughts, flowing, snowing, down rain from the air.
orange juice peeling down from the walls like lightning ginger snaps, feverish in their nature and wiley like a willy.
wearable fruit.
candy colored suits.
I don’t really know what’s going on in my head. I’m not supposed to know everything, though, right?
Captured. I’ve been captured. Alien presence. Inelegant situation.
Make Love Not Sense.
In Sense, In City.
emotif
exocent
recreate
ecalculatif
reek of more
and trial whore
denegreat.
oh yep.
deny.
oh lie.
fat fucking.
dru.
dry.
happiness
redemption
rectify
remove.
reinvent
catapult
fly away
into space
hemisphere
exosphere
aeon flux
catastroph.
Time is always pounding down on my head like the beat of a hot hot sun far overhead. Relentless.
I’m fair-skinned, too. Those two don’t mix.
When I start to lose track of what I’ve been accomplishing, the internal tension starts to build… The frustration and minor aggravation grows. And then that makes it harder to accomplish things… more in the way and all that. Trends like that are what keep me thinking.
So, what to do?
Do do do.
Forget about everything (or almost) and do something.
Something.
Have faith in your ability to be content. Find that place. You don’t have to stay there, but you should at least keep one finger pointing at it as you shoot scoot through the stratosphere.
Oh ho.
Connections colliding.
Spawning recitals of poetry and song.
Redirecting wisps of smoke…
To the end of endings,
and the dawn of power,
You’ll follow my trail with your nose.
Hear me cry your name,
again and again. Will you know?
Repeat and redirect and reject, perhaps.
Overemphasize and misdirect and in effect,
destroy.