drawl
drawers
drag on
day by day
hot sun
catch a draft
feel the years
swim by.
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Thursday:
an invitation
to ignite
you farts.
ahahah. ahem.
no thanks.
a kiss and a quick rinse behind the ears,
and I am free to rise up and roam the halls again. I am looking for the secret antidote to my incurable romantic hallucinations. Will I ever find it? Hahah! Of course not!
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Tuesday:
Drag my feet up to the stop light.
Watch and wait and the color red stands bright and tall against my path.
Turn and go the other direction, just too late, and I am stuck again. All is not lost perhaps because the original path is now clearly green, but once a man changes his mind, there’s no going back.
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Friday:
de message n de starz.
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Thursday:
I had written a good start to a GCOID posting the other day when some random act of computer god made it not occur. Fuck a duck.
Oh well. That’s my excuse.
And here’s an impromptu poem. Hope you love it!
rock
my sock
don’t rock the boat
drink
the water
don’t drink the milk
sink
the boat
don’t sink the shrink
dunk
the ball
don’t dunk the donut
sing
the blues
don’t sing your praise
free
the music
don’t free the animals
Well… it’s more random gibberish than a poem, but you probably didn’t notice anyway. haha.
The things in my head go round and round, round and round, round and round. The things in my head go round and round, all night long.
And still I can’t figure out what I’m trying to formulate… and I fear it’s because I don’t want to come to the answer that seems obvious. I can’t bring myself to decide something I don’t want to be.
So, instead I just analyze over and over and recalculate and attempt to determine where I might be wrong. And then eventually I just decide I don’t really know, even though I might.
I just play games with myself and it really does suck up a whole lot of time.
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Sunday:
I connected with some people last night. I don’t really connect as deeply as I used to… I think things are going on in my life that don’t really have analogs in some of the other lives around me. I’m starting to need to seek out the people that I really can relate with. They are out there… but I set things up in such a way that I relate with one person on one level and another person on another level and I just keep spacing it out like that so I don’t have to worry about releasing the innards of my heart to any single person. Or something, I guess.
I think perhaps I put a little too much thought into my every action. It’s starting to restrict my growth as a person… Although I am coming to a lot of interesting conclusions about the human condition. whoo.
I know that I can talk about what bothers me and there are people out there that want to listen to me and care about what I’m feeling. I’m not always sure why those people are so strange like that, but I still appreciate it.
I also know, though, that there are 100 million people that don’t know what I’m talking about and don’t care to know for every person that does.
There’s some odds for ya. I’m a gambling man.
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Friday:
technology is just another bogus religion. It promises to be the bringer of all you need and really only causes more problems than it can ever fix.
That seems pretty pessimistic to me, and I guess it probably is, but it’s just hard to shake the feeling that we’re just spinning along, feeling the wind in our face, and not really noticing what we’re riding over…
It’s easy to get caught up in things, I guess. You have to try to stay aware and awake while doing it, though, so you can tell other people what it’s like so they can maybe try to not get caught up in it when it gets to them. Eventually, someone will figure it out, right?