Concerto

in tacoma. Now?
Yes
That it seems.
Of two
Nice

Why so afraid?

I recently got a new phone, one with a new number. I be smarts enough to transfer my contacts to my new phone by myself, so I don't have to bother anyone on a number change, but there is a problem with this. If I call anyone, no one will pick up, no one. Of all the contacts I called only one picked up, and somehow the person who picked thought it was a prank call.

What is wrong with my friends and family? What is wrong with an unfamiliar phone number that causes them not to pick up? The fear of a short conversation with a stranger? There is so much wrong with this.

The call could have be something a lot more important than a friendly hello. Imagine the situations in which you would get a call from an unknown number. A wrong number? Sure that happens, and is easily resolved. But what if it was an emergency and you needed to be notified. Would you simply decline the call, siding with ignorance? Would you ignore the call from a nurse saying that your friend in the hospital? Would you ignore the call from a good samaritan's strange phone number saying that your daughter was in a car accident?

Save yourself the regret and just pick up the phone.

What is Your Obsession?

Lately I have been searching for the perfect devices to input commands into various computerized systems. For some reason I bought a mechanical keyboard, a Das Ultimate. The purchase does not make any sense. I am pretty much exclusively on my laptop (with a keyboard that I enjoy, very much so), my desktop which could use a new keyboard is severely outdated; it first would need replacing. So because my critical thinking ability, I am out of a new keyboard, out of a material purchase which would truly give me the pleasure of becoming whole. But I am still looking for a new keyboard for some reason. There is this Unicomp Endurapro, which is a reproduction of a IBM Model M13. It's the old clunker with that trackpoint that I love. But since I recovered from affluenza, I began to research about mechanical keyboard. The Endurapro's trackpoint is nothing like a trackpoint, while they (Unicomp) bought the right and patents to recreate the IBM Model M's, they don't have the ability to copy IBM's (slash Lenovo if you must) Trackpoint. Que Sera Sera

Also I just bought another arcade stick. This one is number seven. I have already modified it. Added a roll of pennies for extra weight, covered up unused buttons, swapped some caps, and will now buy a new, more ergonomic panel.


The 'I' count: 11, sorry for wasting your time.

Trying to make stuff up on the fly

yo this is improv
haiku don't know bout this shit
they ain't in struggle

is there nothing that would please you more then a nice warm bowl of oatmeal in the morning? awkward silence. no there is nothing wrong the youth in asia. :wkw: ohh, euthanasia. :wkw: ... :wkw: no way has it been five years (needed it to be longer) wow :wkw: are you kidding you didn't gain a pound :wkw: 

I am trying to read T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land, but instead of doing the regular thing of have a tiny bit of info mating about a book before you read it, I am doing this one blind (yes, I got a braille copy). This is going to take a while.

Read the previous paragraph, but replace 'I' with your name, your true name, not something that you don't identify with, not something that is not you. Then proceed being,

:wkw:



:wkw:




:wkw:





:wkw:

Less Importantly

Remember, today is November, but also tomorrow will be/is November I can correctly write both tenses because the fact of the matter is not of any other month yet it has become one of crucial dignity. Forty wink of the speckled wall, patched when anger enrages and emotion motions become closed fists and foot swings pendulum hinged at the knee and pelvis. Shattering crackles of what once was breakfast converted into stored energy, metabolizes from the cocoon within, appearing for the last time as an invisible movement of a moth accelerating into the windscreen of a driver-less car. Never shall we speak of what unknown moment of mystery no one knows of, but they shall pretend to, as what is a life without such nonsense, but a slave of being rather than the illogical contradiction of the previous sentence.

Money Saving Tips Number Uno

 (for any non suspicious people of documentation unknown, uno means one)

Let's be real, who the fuck cares about the environment right now? With all of our moneys disappearing how can anyone focus on the environment, despite being, you know, all around us and shit. Fo real dawg, what's more important? The human construct of wealth and possession or the perfectly balanced system of life that has been here for God knows how long. As a realist, I'm gonna take the former while showing you a 1800 square foot, three bedroom, two bath, rambler. So from here on out, I am ending the Planet Saving Tip series and starting a new series Money Saving Tips.

One of them important things about saving moneys is knowing your maths and as a person who graduated from an elitist institution with a diploma in maths with the printed signature of the interim dean herself, I am smarter than you and qualified to give you these tips.

So the first tip, don't tip. Did you know in the countries lesser than the US (read: all other countries), they don't tip. Doing this saves you around 10 to 20 percent of your service cost. That right there is money in your pocket. So what if the single mother needs the money to feed her two kids with that tip money cause her base salary is less the national minimum wage. She should have gone to an elitist institution like me so she can get a job that pays twice as much. Hey man, I never told you there weren't going to be any losers in this money game. I talked with Milton Bradley, I described this shit to him, He wanted to make a game out of it and call it capitalism, but then the fuckin Parker brothers stole his idea and made the game first. Don't hate the player, hate the game (DHTP/HTG).

Anti-Motivation

I was at the gym doing dips on the dip machine. It was positioned in the second row of the class, pointed to the mirror. In the middle of my set, this song appears on my music player that is long over due for replacement as it is no longer cool:

Being more wired by becoming wireless

I am a new owner of an ebook reader and I am writing to you via email,
wirelessly unconnected to any part of my home. I'm just hoping they
don't add the posted via _________ thing they add, the less you kmow
the better.

Truly You'res

We are lucky to be living in the area that we do. On those infrequent days of sunshine, we immerse ourselves in its beauty, making sure that what ever presence it is, it knows our graciousness. But like a fickle tease of a person, it'll leaves, abandoning all connections we once had with it. Subtle, yet uncontrollable longing as we stare into the grey, knowing that at any moment a glimpse of brightness could appear calming our caffeine induced anxiety that it is still there. Deep in our minds we know that its absence is only temporal. It will come back, we will love again.

Monday is My Friday.

Why, Why, Why.

The ends of the title ends in 'y'. A Nancy Kerrigan sound bite just played in my head.

Lucky is the neighbor's dog, he was out of his yard in the morning, he wasn't barking like what he normally does, he was just smelling around, walking with his stubby legs, body covered in curly black fur.

Bingo was the safe word,
Waiting for the line of hits to occur
While dodging the misses
That could not completely fill the box
To mark it permanently,
Chances aren't taken,
Just waiting,
Until the unknown says something,
And somehow they go, "I won."

In this sedentary facility.

I am in a place with strangers who all have one this in common. They all want to be somewhere else. No this ain't a prison, but there is a jail cell somewhere around here. This is the most uninspired place that I have ever been in, there is more character in the DMV. I can't create here.

Its been a while

No quips. There is nothing i need to say right now. What ever I say is being said to get me back in the habit. 18mm? 17mm? 20mm? Measurements in millimetersdesu. Fuck. What aren't there otters in Georgia? I am going to draw a picture. brb

Seeds

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

In the library where all books are removed.

The internets ip system can't handle the worlds over population problem. I had to move around five times in order to find an area that could give me an address. Today is may ninth, I have yet to find evidence that contradicts the fact that one plus one equals two. I must push harder, like the mountain goat swimming in the arctic pools heated by a honda series 500 gas powered generator.

What's The Best Way To Do Something?

I have been sick, but yeah so during work I was reminded of something. Someone had trouble 'starting' a banana. She was trying to rip it open from the 'top'.

Years ago, I was at my friend's house. They had bananas and they would rip it open from what I thought was the bottom. This shocked me, it was mind blowing. For all of my life I had never thought that a banana could be opened from the bottom, the part that is away from the stem. But here they were, opening them freely from the bottom, and easily to. So a few days later, at the privacy of my home I got a banana and tried to open it from the bottom. It worked, easily. This caused me to rethink a lot of the 'norms' that were tattooed as 'right'. My cynical character trait of challenging what is normal can be owed to stuff like this.

Ironically, I was searching this up and found that monkeys and apes, our un-evolved cousins open bananas like this; and we're supposed to be the smart ones, the smart ones who thinks there is a top and bottom to everything.

Answer to the title: never the only way.

Candy is dandy but liquor is Sgt. Vicker

I missed you so much. Today is sunny, lets go grab a snack. Do you feel like something sweet? I usually crave more for savoy type of things, you know that, but today seems so nice today that it would be unfitting with the sunshine. A couple days ago I was hungry and ate a candy bar that I remembered was in the pantry that I was given last summer. It was a Snickers. When ever I see their commercials, I cringe. What type of person chooses such an unhealthy decision as to eat a candy bar to quench their hunger. So onward; I tear the jagged edge of the wrapper made for easy opening. The bar was in good condition, only a few cracks in the outer chocolate shell. Holding this thing bare, I kept thinking this it is pretty hefty, dense with chocolate and caramel and stuff. Biting it was most efficient with use of my molar and canine teeth, this caused gunk to fill up the crevasses of larger rear teeth. The bar was sweet, but not in a way that brings real satisfaction. It is only temporal, you would forget about it in the next minute if there weren't pieces stuck inside your teeth. One of my biggest complaints was that it is quite large. A bite or two would have been enough, but they are kind enough to give you a few days worth of sugar in there. Fudge that stuff, I should have went without.

Where did your level 70 Dark Templar go?

I got a lot of time on my hands. I should write to you more, but I don't know what to write about. I am getting bloggers block. You probably don't know, but you have met the consequence of bloggers block some time on the internet. Did the author disappear? Do you know where she or he went? Got lazy, didn't feel like it, lost my login.

'Sunny days' tried to start a haiku. But instead of converting it in to english, I converted it into human, natural as the language is.

Sni'ppets

Rain drops hitting my head, get my attention, that the clouds are raining.
Moss invades the siding of the brick building, trying to take over what was once theirs.
The door's archway, is neglected, but it does not feel neglected; it is an archway.
From far away, the girl walking on the cold wet pavement, looks as though she is wearing no shoes.
Fuck you April first, why celebrate fools? You shouldn't encourage them any more.
That tree looks like it has an erection... Wood...
Why don't you tell the story of a dying man? Did you reach him in time?
Those bulb be incandescent, ye shall hark essences of candle scents.
As kids, we all did parkour; our skinned knees were our proof.
The sign says a fire extinguisher's there, just laying inside its glass coffin, upright, being lazy.
Don't let William Carlos Williams eat your plums, or tell you about his red wheelbarrow; that asshole.

The Annual 'Spring' Post

For those living in the western hemisphere, this is spring now. The time when humans, thinking that they are so high above any other organism, will produce simile relating to their own universe to that of the quarter change. Flowers blossom, the day becomes longer, sunlight illuminates the dark, bees gathering nectar, ducks walking together. Damn, us and nature have so much in-common. Just a simple 23 degree tilt from perpendicular causes the whole world to open up; every year.

So I sit here, under the shelter of clouds and sky, taking in all that has changed since last week. It is as if God grabs a handful of his stash of powdered dopamine, and sprinkles it all across the upper half or the world. Breathing in, I can not help but to think of how superlative of a sensation I had just passed. There is no better place to be in not just the world, not the universe, but in all imaginable place settings because it is spring and it is fucking amazing.

Puns From a Temperate Rainforest

I am lichen this new firefox. It's truly a fungi. A moss download. Fern'ished by Mozilla, you should mush your way over, and make room for this download.

The word of the day

Will you be free to think next week? I know that this author will! (writing in first yet second person perspective), Holy cows come home, blessed from Jesus himself; the shepherd maintains his flock of sheep as they eat the fibrous growths protruding from the ancient organic remnants of all before.

Top 10 Punctuation Symbols

10. %
The percentage sign. You can convey a lot with a percentage instead of an ambiguous number, because it is in fact, two numbers, a numerator and denominator. The numerator is that same ambiguous number while the denominator is a number that tells the inquiring viewer something about that number.

9. _
The underscore. I just like the name, is sounds intentional mischievous and just like the name it waits there, on the ground, just waiting from its moment to erupt.

8. ^
The Caret. So so versatile. This can be used to raise a number to some power on a single line, or insert some text.

7. &
The Ampersand. Saves time, space, ink maybe, but sometimes I forget which way which loop goes where, but that probably just me.

6. @
The At sign. It is just so beautiful and so elegant to write, yet no one ever really writes it.

5. !
The Exclamation point. The only punctuation mark that can convey an emotion.

4.     (space)
A space. Seriously without it we would be in serious serious trouble. Example: Therapistannaconceivesevenchildrentonherwaytoarmageddonvillepinkwalrushitsapricot

3. ?
Question mark. The foundation of learning. What it conveys, is the reason why we write shit like this.

2. ,
The Comma. So complex in her use, yet so simple in her design. She is a fickle creature, leave her out and she torments you with her absence. Put her in a place she doesn't want to be and she creates an awkwardness that quiets all meaning. She is a bitch that you just can't be without.

1. .
The period. The end. The full stop. It completes the sentence. It chooses where it must end. It stops all from getting further. It keeps order, that all others fail at. The enforcer. The period.


I have just learned about this symbol: ⸮, it's an irony mark. People should start
using this thing again.

The divot  in your forehead was created by the power of a rain drop falling from a cloud.

A question mark looks like this: ?
To me that looks like a half drawn light bulb, the incandescent kind. (side note: kids won't get the symbol of a light bulb, they won't even think that image is of a light bulb, they get this swirly tube of white glass or better yet something that looks like an electronic cactus or medieval mace.)

Am I running out ideas? fuck no.

What are you missing?

Being so clean has its drawbacks. It can't sit on furniture without getting dirty, which would not make it so clean. There was a piece of something stuck under the 'f' key of this keyboard earlier this week. When ever it was needed, an awkward feeling existed for that short period of time your index finger pressed down on to it. Sometime the 'f' would show up, sometimes it wouldn't.

The 'f' is very important to me. It's in all my passwords. I continuously use it all the time. I am surprised that it isn't worn out by now. I would rate it in my top 5 letter of the alphabet, not just consonant.

Just thought of something involving rabbits, and playing cards.
What are you missing?
If I told you this is a dream, and you believed me, what would you do differently?

Rabbits and playing cards don't have anything to do with each other. Scratch that. They are both objects with a physical presence. Although the rabbit can exist without a physical body. a child's imaginary pet. It still exists, do things exist without a physical presence? or is it presents?

Stagger Haiku

These are filler sentences. They are meant to fill the top line of this post. This is its only purpose. It has no other meaning.

If I could vomit
Every time I saw myself
I would be thinner

When crows call my name

They say the most vicious things

Then they fly away

Clouds are so happy

They don't get stuck in traffic
Looking at people

I was at Tangiers

When they took some dude and put

His head in a vice

Planes don't flap their wings

They drink all of my liquor

Then burp in my face.

Fruit of my passion

Is not really tropical

Apples do just fine

Quick Post Move

I finally got a chance to sleep, it did for god knows how long (Ed: 13 hours, does this mean I am god) [Au: No Ed, and do a better job next time of proof reading]{Ic: You guys are stupid}(Ed: who was that?)[Au: I don't know, but it's using curly brackets, I wish I could use curly brackets](Ed: I can fix that for you, try it now){Au: wow it worked, what else can you do?}(Ed: try it again)<<>Au: hmmm, I don't think this is going to work because of html coding<>>

Yeah it didn't.

The marches in may
Have absolutely nothing
On April's sunshine.

It's Too Cold to Eat Pho

It's too cold to eat pho, by yourself, on a Monday, in winter, when you don't feel like breaking out the character map to place the correct accented 'o', right after you got back your paper bleeding with red pen marks, that you wrote on the children of Darfur, that was inspired by your girlfriend, who you just found out has a malignant tumor the size of a golf ball in the left frontal lobe of her brain, before she told you that she has only six months to live and that she will be leaving you, to spend the rest of her time in hopes of chasing after her true love, which isn't you, but your best friend whom you were already invested with in a trip to Tripoli, which you were to see your former roommate, that you smoked weed with every Thursday night after chemistry, who was shot in the face with a pistol held by a remorseful policeman, commanded by a totalitarian dictator hanging on to a thread of a silk curtain, connected to the country he once knew. It's way too cold for pho.

Repeated Square

The square, should have four sides, all equal in length, with its corners set at right angles. This painting is of a single line, trying to mirror the path of a square.

The line travels in a closed loop. After a loop, the line never seems to be able to repeat exactly the mark it set before. While, at times trying to be the square, the line veers away, whether it be because of lost of concentration, or lack of discipline.



The  colors used in the painting represent the colors associated with the lines travel. The line repeatedly travels on a white surface. This is meant to portray the lack of color in the robotic loop, which the line travels over and over again. Inside the square features yellow. While traveling in a circular path, the point object will always look towards the inside, as the inside is the direction of acceleration. The green on the outer parts of the square

In a holistic view, the line is you. Year after year, we attempt to follow this ideal path, which can be define as simply (and vaguely yet well defined) as a square. The square, an un-curving, straight, enclosed shape, which all look identical to each other. We have been told to fit this mold, the perfect boring square, and follow the path. The white you travel on, is the worn out ground that has been trampled into soil that is inadequate for any type of growth. The yellow of the inner, represents old tired yellowing grass. Passed are the days of rain, fertility, the dry heat, overwhelming struggles, leaves this plain in an inevitable state of death. The outer is green, grass, untouched yet always so near. We walk along this narrow border of the two, going through the motions, following what others have said to follow, forcefully or by suggestion. It is till you realize what you want, and then float away to your space.

I was the one who drew the picture, but I implore you to also experience this. Take your pen, pencil, mouse, brush, or what ever you have in hand, that can be used creatively and start a line to make a square, then keep making them. Keep drawing these squares right on top of each other. Twenty of them, forty, fifty, keep going.

Have you stopped? These are your years; the years in which I told you how to live. Did you feel the point of drawing the squares, while drawing them? Probably not after the nth square, it felt just like the last one you drew.

Planet Saving Tip (call it..) 20

Don't listen to your music excessively loud. Not only does listening to music loudly increase the power needed to operate to the electronical device, it also makes the other sound generating electronical devices harder to hear. This causes others who need to listen to their electronical device to louden the volumification. Thou maketh mute madre morn. System called Positive feedback loop, impressive, with unbounded exponential growth, yet dB level in logarithmic system can't dance. For All n>N, [Xn<Xn+1 | ep > 0 > abs(compliment[Xn])]. Compliment[Xn], "Xn that is a fantastic blouse you have on, the neck line really goes well with your chin shape"

So the dolphins don't forget, because the elephant never does, but the flamingos don't really care though, the giraffe minding her own business, the hyenas just chillin in the sun, waiting for some iguana to come back with food, (fyi: the jaguar stole it).

Low Morale

I took a swig of cognac before using a chainsaw to cut the limbs of trees which should not have been cut.

Alternatively, The Best Coffee

I went to a Starbucks and tried to order a bold drip. No dice. So the dude there said that he could make some thing poured-over, of course I said hells yeah fucker. Then the dude goes, which?

Which what? Which coffee? Fucking unreal. I could choose any coffee in the store, and have them brew that for me, of course I didn't choose. There was too many shits going through my head. Mind blowing. Something bold, at least as bold as my McMuffin and my flavored tortilla chips (backstory). I pay, and damn what do I find, some dude who knows his shit, gets some coffee beans from Kenya, grinds them up, and makes the cup of coffee. All that for some simple brewed coffee. The store was, pretty busy too. To expand the cue, all for one cup, all for one customer. So then the dude who knows his shit hand delivers this shit to me, and says, this shit is straight Kenyan. I give my respects.

Now right here, is were I have to pause this story. What if, after the whole process, the harvesting of the seeds, the plane trip over to freedomvile, the roasting of the raw seeds, the packaging of the beans, the opening of the bag, the grinding of the whole coffee beans, the education of the man who really knows his shit, the waiting, the pouring of pure water, the straining into a logo'ed cup, and delivery to me. What is after all of that, I take off the lid, and pour refined sugar, and non-dairy creamer into the cup. That would be a slap in the face, not just to the man who knows his shit, but to everyone who worked together to bring me this coffee.

At first slip, I know that this is different. Normally I would have a partially burnt tongue, but this was at the perfect temperature. I could actually taste the flavor from the beginning, and it was a wonderful taste, too bad I can't remember it because I am too high off of caffeine right now. Infinitely drinkable, from the start and what do you know, I was nearing the end of the cup. My experience was fantastic so far, but I was expecting at least some sort of coffee bean remnants on the bottom, nothing can be that great. But holy shit, I finished it, and saw nothing. Nothing. The bottom was as clean as it was, when it was a tree.

That was the best cup of coffee I have ever experienced. Not french pressed, not Turkish, not espresso, just a man who knows his shit pouring water over ground beans filtered into a cup.

The Last Bite of The Sandwich

I have chosen to only broadcast a short section of my posts on to other networking sites now, so for now you'll have to go to my blog to view the full post.  I did this because I felt I was losing control of the look of my content. One of the sites, choose to enlarge the first letter of every post.  I didn't like that, that is not what I would do, or how I think, it should look. A photographer hates artifaction cause by compression, when uploaded to a site, miserly with bandwidth. It's put their pictures in bad light.

Oh wait, I am not an artist like that though. The stuff I write has the purpose to make the things in truck stop bathrooms read like Jane Austen.

(P.S: I have never read Jane Austen)

Midnight With A High RHR

My resting heart rate is too high right now. I can't sleep. Its
probably around 80 bpm, I would like it at 60 (or some insanely low 35
bpm, but I am not a 90lb super marathon runner who lives on top of a
mountain), but that thing is one of those involuntary organs. I can't
control it. Eight hours ago I was pushing myself till exhaustion. I
became exhausted, but my heart still felt the need to work. It is
still working now, much harder than I think it should, but what do I
know? It's my body, I should know the exact amount of blood needed for
adequate circulation, right?

Obviously

I changed the way this blogs looks. I darken all that you need not read, and brighten that in which content, of my choosing, be highlighted. I am also currently writing, in this pretentious, comma saturated, speak, that which your damn may not be given. Black as the night tardy to the moon's wake, who sneezed out disease, viral plague, infecting all of a water-born yellow fever.

Who will I miss, that memory of the wide orangeness, looped together by looms of fruit? What speak of thee, for that question, it was not. To be of fashion anymore grand would be, the writings of emotion in the code of Morse. What fowl cliques of the Queen's this be, ye' od mix'd wih forc'd Middle English. Once a shark, that swims in water, quickly drowns in a sea of alonelyness, the fish of noble, to never meet barnes. Fudge the rain, fudge the sky, fudge the world, chocolate smears the ground when steps are passed, and passed again.

This day is of loving harps, who's song, sings, love's heart. Whether upside-down, backwards, down-side-sideways, the order of the heart's beat neither fades, nor differs, as the organ of necessity. Winds will blow later, the yellow sparrow flies, wings spread through rough turbulence of desire. Subject adjective object, adverb, adverb, verb, noun, verb, noun...

Collision

What people say is
    A train wreck
Happening before my eyes
    Presenting on hearing loss
Going unheard
   Who are these people
Speaking words of such
   Boredom?
       Power Point showing blanks
Latin, Roman, Arabic?
     These words have no sound
No power to penetrate
   Through our loss of hearing
My Ipod tells me all
          That I should know
     At a loudness that it wants

I can't feel :(

Don't hand me anything, I will either squeeze it till it shatters or drop it on the floor. My emoticons don't even look right. It still looks like a semi colon and a left parentheses to me. The walls in my life are painted in colors I did not choose, just literally; nothing metaphorically symbolical euphemistic about that I think. Well, I don't know, I can't read words that aren't written. There are words that aren't written? Well how would I know they're there? I can't see them now can I? You learn something new every day. Like how euphemistic is an actual word, that surprised the Dickens out of me, both Charles and Emily. It was the best of ...something, yup all of it out.

Ode to a Laptop

You say so much with your understated appearance
Mattely finished, objecting to others glossery
Created by inventors, your designed with such coherence
Refined key presses, my fingers touch thou so efficiently
Forgoing a pad, you dedicate control via a point
a sensitive spot, similar to a ladies unseen
un-violated by vermin, your ports unplugged and un-joint.
others marvel at the speed of work done from this machine
while their un-edibles fail to live up to its word
such as the farmed fruit of plastic and metal
fools believe in lies and fools follow the herd
but you are truth in every way more than anecdotal
   and un-rested I am as a shell drained dead
   wavering not, your Thinkpad's 'i' glows red

Getting up from a slip of memory.

Remembering ones name, is important to me, especially if you will have future social encounter the that other person. I had a lab partner years ago.  It was just the second week of lab, we, of course grouped with our lab partners. As we began the start of three hours of repetition, I looked at my lab partner. I wanted to say something to him. But at that instant my mind could not give a title to the face I was looking at.

Searching through the folds of my memory, within moments, I had walked through the length of my brain, opening every door related to the setting I was currently in. All that appeared were shadows, all of which told nothing about the person. An instant of searching through a marathon of un-utilized matter, failure presented itself.

Still in the dark of this unfulfilled curiosity, I faded downward into a puddle of fluid.  It was then when I saw my reflection, the reflection of me. In a burst brightness, the caverns of emptiness opened and filled. Failure secedes and I achieve the knowledge I was chasing.

Just as my reflection, the name of my lab partner was my own. His name was my name.

WHAAAAAAAT?

Did freeze hell over or did I just post four days in a row, during a weekend, on vacation?

Things many have happened. Like readjusting over sentence. Dos right. Amiga left. Lighter fluid pouring from the sky gets collected in storm drains, it will then evaporate. The only point to posting is that there needs no point to post. Tall skyscrapers reach the sky, are held up by a grounded foundation on the ground. The beginning of the circle is also the end. When the circle is a beginner, it does not realize it is a shape. Then it will grow, only to realize that it always was. The circle was never a beginner, it had no beginning. It also followed its life clockwise, just how right handed peoples draw circles naturally.

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,

   I don't believe you exist, but if you did exist, you'd probably be busy with next year's Christmas. How else could you deliver presents to all of the good boys and girls. You are a workaholic, and like all other aholics, this is a bad thing and I believe you have a problem. When do you have 'Me' time? If you existed, I would give you a round of applause, you live a truly selfless life, if you existed. Even if you were real, you could not be human, a human could not live to work twenty four hours a day around the clock. You must then be a large multi-cellular creature with little to no brain, that acts only from chemical secretions. Yet you also have the ability to read (in many, many different languages). How can you read something without much of a brain? If you think I am insulting you, I am not, I am just trying to grasp the possibility of your existence. I am not closing the door that I could be wrong, I could always be wrong, and most of the time I am.

With Love,


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