I don’t really care to blog at the moment; writing. Hello, enjoy the vibe.
Something about me caring to write something for my future self. It’s a bit like pouring milk from a canister into a coffee cup where room has been left for cream, as specified. Something politically appropriate followed by something politically inappropriate. Someone wearing a tee shirt, an old woman, a dog hiking its leg. A cell phone, a speaker, a computer, a stapler, a keyboard; a desk. A string of words compiled for some reason or for no reason. Most people, and that includes some people and some people more than likely means you(sif?). Tell me something, because more than likely I am truly interested in hearing what you have to say or what you think about what everyone just like you thinks or has to say. Yawn, ‘excuse me’ and smile. You are not growing numb to the predictable conversation or expected viewpoint. You are not imagining turning into a Tasmanian devil and spinning in circles around the person speaking. Smile and have fun everywhere, why not?
Hey everyone, sorry about laxing on posts. I’m coming to terms with a lot thez dayz. Mainly, thirty is weird. I’m not sure but I’m kinda sure that it is, that is. On a positive note: I QUIT SMOKING! Also, I am writing, I just don’t really care to talk about writing or talk about the writing. Furthermore, I’m alive; I’m still who I know to be of what I know of what I know to be . . . And something else, I guess.
OH YEAH: I did see you, but at the time I didn’t know that it was you. In this moment of knowing and unknowing I realized, I don’t know you and what I know of you isn’t you. Why? It’s all a little strange: the location, the timing, everything; weird! Why? If you were wondering and even if you weren’t, I’m good, I’m pretty great actually. Presently, I’m in a transitional space and have yet to decide if I want to go overseas, or rather, lose my mind . . . I’m leaning toward the latter. In the off chance that you are not the person I am or am not speaking directly to or about: I’m speaking directly to no one. This is my reality – how’s yours?
I just wanted to thank everyone for the kind words and positive vibes I have recently met and I wish nothing but the best for each of you. I also need to inform those of you that don’t know that I am leaving LA for a little while. I’m moving to be around family and to build a cabin in the woods. Where, I hope to be writing like a guy that goes to the woods and builds a cabin to write – pun intended. I will also be bouncing around overseas playing my model card. In a around about way: this is what feels like would feel like if anything were ever to feel like feeling like something; or something exactly similar.
I think that was me, it felt like it was me. But how can that be me if I’m here? Could that have been me, was that me? If so, how can I be here if I’m also there . . . Did I just blow my own mind?
In the future I might write a word before a word and repeat the word after the word which would make it no longer just before but now also after. Or, I might not even repeat the word at all, which would make it neither before a word being repeated or after a word being repeated.
Tell me what you want me to think.
I’M NEVER DRINKING AGAIN – AGAIN.
If you can explain how I can explain something that know one knows about or understands then I will explain it.
I think you think what you want me to think is what I think. That is, what I think you think you think.