once upon a time............

....and then what happens?

letting go to.........

illustrations of the last of the thoughts in a mind's eye full of blur and blech, these filter feeders, bio-cleaners, spongy screen savers savors the chance to view interpret and then spit out to the world for another chance at infamy, each one it's own little story, each one equally slathered in subtext...............

lazy.....

i am perpetually falling behind, the steps become one less, too late until there are footsteps in front of behind you, there is no sense in undoing the done, feeling the warm waning days, enough?.............

for real time out......

there will be no room for complacency, and then on it will be written in the finest of forms that what was once thought good shall be deemed bad and so on and so forth, in giving up is there a balance achieved or is it just apathy........ 

another night spent.....

there is addiction to acknowledgement in the air of the evening, tossed and turned in the sheets, whlist the slow grinding of enamel stills the sleep, heres to hoping...........

tidbitraditionalongtime.......

and out of the blue it came, literally tripping over the question, "the beginning or the end", forever it will ring and only be relevant in it's asking and never in it's answer, allowing for endless speculation and inquisitions into the forbearance of fortune, the never-ending search for self worth value as compared to the currency of culture..........

the great and the small......

i cannot help but see the parallels, shuttling through the days with hands outstretched grabbing whatever they come in contact with, therefore defining experience with the tangible and malleable results of coincidence.............