I just dreamed about beating up a very short man handcuffed to a wall. He had handcuffed himself to the wall in front of a poster for his new record. It was called ‘four times seven’ for some reason. He wanted me to buy a copy. He was a feisty little guy. For some reason, I decided to pound on him a bit instead. I didn’t beat him up too bad, though. I felt bad about it afterwards, too. I helped him get down off the wall. It sort of seemed like he might have been used to getting beat up.
I want to sing about birds,
and hum about bees,
and think about trees in the clouds.
I want to dream about seashells,
and laugh with you,
and talk about memories that never happened.
three times dreaming
of a far away night
birds singing softly
without a doubt.
pirouettes smashing through the clouds
and laundrymat ballerinas taking center stage.
Assault with a deadly idea.
Unheard of around here,
but integral for change.
ironic derogatives
dreadful degenerates.
smiling without teeth
slithering tongues colliding.
derived esoterics harping on erotic.
the creation of nothingness
is supervised by everybody.
listen in on alien conversations
and struggle to join the perfect opposites.
spoken softly
those words from another night
boundless specifics
ending without a fight.
embracing quickly and maybe not at all.
We create a new cause with every heavy breath.
I think sometimes maybe I might still be trying to do too much at once. All at once, I might actually be doing nothing. Nothing at all. At all.
Or maybe I might just be helping to start a million new threads of imaginative possibility. That seems somehow a little too hopeful to be true. Sad old me.
I guess I always figure I’ll have some interesting stories to tell when all is said and done. Let’s just hope I have enough time to actually get them all out. OUt.
laughing at something that isn’t really funny just because I want you to laugh, too.
and then ever so happy that you laugh just because I laugh, and I know we could be lovers.
But then also knowing that possibly we will never be because that’s just how the world I am in works.
But then still for that moment not really caring because you are laughing and just right then there’s nothing I could want more.
What does it mean when a girl is standing across the room and you catch her looking at you, and then perhaps a little while later you find her standing near you, but not looking?
Is she waiting for you to talk to her?
If so, what’s she want you to say to her? If not, what’s in the heck is going on?
Yesterday was crazy.
Right when I got into work, there was an emergency with some guy’s server having been down for 12 hours already, and when I checked it out, it was pretty messed up, and I had to scramble to get everything up and running right. That was before breakfast.
Then, later in the day, one our data centers somehow had a 3 hour outage taking down a lot of our stuff, including the machine I had just fixed that morning. Man.
A new guy started, though. That’s really got my mood up. I think it’s a good thing.
Somehow I made it through yesterday without getting too stressed out, though. Cool.
My cat’s been sort of nicer to me lately. I think she’s warming up a bit. She’s grown up in this crazy big place with lots of other cats around. It’s hard for a small, young cat to really get comfortable here. That’s too bad, you know?
I’ve decided I’m going to start reading more regularly again. I think it’s a good time in my life. I have tons of free time and all that.
la la la de da
waiting for the water to fall.
la da la de doo
I wonder just what it’s going to do.
