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what motivates people to tell the world? what moves people to write long diatribes which may not be liked or even commented upon whatsoever? wisdom advises me to leave these questions in as rhetorical a state as possible. its been a long time since I have ventured into verbal pyrotechnics (not long enough some might say). I sense desperation, despair, life-blood pumping and yearning to assert its activity. I have been away. it is no slight. I have not known such activity in forever. I am tired. but, as Grasshopper said, this is what lets us sleep well at night. and I am sleeping better...from sheer exhaustion. but I am not Sleeping. only dreams make us Sleep. sleep isnt Sleep without dreams. we must dream. some dreams we fulfill. and then what? here is your receipt: thanks for playing. you survived the rollercoaster. and now you are on lazy river, except this very sleepy river does not tolerate laziness. I am in a purgatory. I have had so many amazing opportunities in my life. and now I have become an actor in a film of which I know not the title. I barely know my lines. no, I do not know my lines. I have a script (which I have memorized), but this is likely cryptic enough to insure that only the very imaginative will succeed in tossing the dart even remotely close to the eye. Oscar Wilde strolled, Sidney Lanier played the flute, and then there was Babe Ruth, Mae West...and she may have indeed said, come on up and see me sometime...and on what floor would that have been? oh Henry...what to do? we always hear about Cancer, but rarely Capricorn. I was wrong. the water eventually found its way down. for me it was bathtub reading...when trying not to find a job was, indeed, a skill in and of itself. what moves man to transgress? to express a real emotion is to transgress. to dig deep and rant in a mind-bogglingly obtuse way...perhaps not as valuable as to express an emotion which many would find too hard to pin down...like a bunch of leaves jumping in the gentle wind. to scratch with a fingernail and hit magma is a curse. channel me and I serve you well. ignore me and I burn a hole in the world.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 03:13:29 +0000

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