Actually He's Been In A Dream.
This is an odd sensation. I'm feeling very creative, but I can't quite seem to find the right outlet to project that creativity.
Going through motions. Trying all of this once more. It might be a mistake, but I might as well give it a shot. If it is the deep sea, I just might see you there. Except for my fear of water. Maybe I'll build a submarine.
Become sweet maggots for me, please. Decompose and rot away. Let me forget that you exist, that I existed, in that point of time; that any semblance of a 'we' ever existed. I don't like to think about it, yet sometimes I just can't escape it
Tiny bubbles. Floating and fluttering away, popping without a single moment's notice. Out of the blue, all of a sudden, unexpectedly, without warning, without notice, going unnoticed, going, going, gone, dissappear, vanish, unexist, existential, primordial, precursor, retracted, rendition, pre-rendered, relapsing, preposterous, ludicrous, ideal, insane, slay, rebuttal, portioning, flagellate, insipid, insignificant, potentional, portrayal, indecisive, redefine, reitterate, illiterate, launder, barricade, barter, retread, retrain, transcend, decent, deflate, debilitating, ability, abnormality, toured, bored, board, bread, bead, bean, blare, circle cycle seminal flagrant boisterous cacophony rewind frontal review abyssmal apocalyptic redundant glaring scaring herring fearing tearing weary nuance vector vortex slipped slain sleigh sleuth pitiful remaining refuse refuge geared gained grate great grit greet grain grow green stormed tempest lacking.
Slipping and sliding along this line, feeling it all come apart; and yet, come together at the same time. There is a beginning in all of this; all of this nothing and meaninglessness and lack of motivation is going to lead to where I should be, where I need to be. Hopefully I'll find it before the chaos I so love turns on me.
Going through motions. Trying all of this once more. It might be a mistake, but I might as well give it a shot. If it is the deep sea, I just might see you there. Except for my fear of water. Maybe I'll build a submarine.
Become sweet maggots for me, please. Decompose and rot away. Let me forget that you exist, that I existed, in that point of time; that any semblance of a 'we' ever existed. I don't like to think about it, yet sometimes I just can't escape it
Tiny bubbles. Floating and fluttering away, popping without a single moment's notice. Out of the blue, all of a sudden, unexpectedly, without warning, without notice, going unnoticed, going, going, gone, dissappear, vanish, unexist, existential, primordial, precursor, retracted, rendition, pre-rendered, relapsing, preposterous, ludicrous, ideal, insane, slay, rebuttal, portioning, flagellate, insipid, insignificant, potentional, portrayal, indecisive, redefine, reitterate, illiterate, launder, barricade, barter, retread, retrain, transcend, decent, deflate, debilitating, ability, abnormality, toured, bored, board, bread, bead, bean, blare, circle cycle seminal flagrant boisterous cacophony rewind frontal review abyssmal apocalyptic redundant glaring scaring herring fearing tearing weary nuance vector vortex slipped slain sleigh sleuth pitiful remaining refuse refuge geared gained grate great grit greet grain grow green stormed tempest lacking.
Slipping and sliding along this line, feeling it all come apart; and yet, come together at the same time. There is a beginning in all of this; all of this nothing and meaninglessness and lack of motivation is going to lead to where I should be, where I need to be. Hopefully I'll find it before the chaos I so love turns on me.
posted by Uncle Funky Pants at 2:32 AM
1 Comments:
It lies in the lacking (to begin and end in the same location is to have a displacement of zero.)
I was definitely going to be late for my first day of work, but there was nothing I could do. The bus was 20 minutes behind scheduale. I got comfortable on the rickety thing, red buses aren't as good as blue buses. Blue buses are French buses.
There was an interestingly-enough dressed fellow beside me. 21? 22? Some tech degree from Algonquin College. Computer nerd.
Sci fi nerd.
Fantasy nerd.
Video game nerd.
Not nearly as charasmatic as my favourite nerd.
We said goodbye "that's your door, mine's just up here." and I reschedualed my training for this Friday. I went into his door, to talk a bit more (my afternoon had just freed up), but he had gone out his door.
I cried a bit, on the way home. Knowing I'd never meet that fellow again. I'm not sure why.
It seems it's obvious I will never meet someone like you, randomly, on the streets. What did Tacoma do to produce such a character? I envy Tacoma for that. Lucky Tacoma, however bored it sounds, and as much as I'd never live there, somehow you emerged from its centre.
Thank you dear.
(you'll find that
thing.)
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