Ants are the next big thing

The brain is uncontrollable. Longing for more and more and more.

A world not far from ours grows steady and true as one might do, were it so inclined.

The machine

Someone went back in time.  Some diabolical genius.  He/she wasn't the kinky artsy fartsy type, they went back with purpose.  I didn't think we would notice the change but it turns out we do notice.  No dimensional riff raff, only one solid line of reality and we all know when it changes.  

So what did they do differently?  That I can't say, maybe they just cut in line at some point where they should have just waited.  It isn't necessarily good or bad it just happened and it is now there, forever but we don't remember.  Even though it's the past, it is a new occurrence for time as a whole.  We never saw it, even if we were there right beside it.  

on a lighter less punctuated note, i still have laundry to do....  

two more days to sunshine-----------------------------------------boosh

Random words. These, not those.

I am worried for the state.  "If you are into the whole brevity thing."  People are trying less.  Life doesn't seem as though it should be this difficult.  Imagine the world as it is.  Do this, we can wait.  Think about what it is and why.   

Imagine you have five kings, and everybody gets a castle.  The total number of castles is six.  Who gets the last castle, and how do you know?  

Who can say what happens.  I don't think it's even a riddle, it just sticks around, a thought to be pondered.  Or not.  

Is or not a sentence?   

Birthday is coming up.

I remember everything.

The guitar howled in heat. 

Lethargy plumes from a previous post, I aim to at least verify that I understand that. 

Done.  On to biness.

What I hold in my right hand is a power to change my own life, in my left I have only choices.  

Seems like a choice is to be made before I can go further.  Well, not tonight.  Tonight, today, this morning or now or whatever...jesus...so tired.  epic blog fail.  goodnight.  

losing time.

work hard. Hrmm. 

hard work. hrrmm

fuck it. 

 "you want to see a wino bring the wine out."

              -V. Vaughn

Overworld Underlord.

Change it up one time for the big dogs.  

Corporate whoredom hurts as bad as it sounds.  

Connect, connect, connect.  Easy.  Easy like dots on paper thanks to the vast amounts of underpayed talent burning time along side me.  They are forced to like me.  They need it.  

Start to finish everyday with the same 30 some people begins to feel wild.  Business turns into business casual turns into sleepy turns into that special kind of silly you get when you stayed up too long with old friends.  The distance between my house and most sets is miniscule and pedantic compared to the detachment I feel being there.   No longer stuck in Memphis, just stuck in some realm of bad hair and worse timing.

Beat-Funk_repeat

Puking.
Body dissolving.
Fake Shovels.
Blood, slightly more blue than normal blood.
-hint at America-
Body part grab bags.
High school football.
Mozzarella flavored skin brands.
A Tennessee driver's license.

One 30 foot RV.

These are my days and nights. Mostly nights.
Juice it!

Title: Start.

It's been raining for too long. Not that I don't love the rain, I do. The rain may in fact be one of my favorite pieces of "the Lord's Work." Some people see it no differently than personal pain and suffering, or, if a drought lasts long enough you can go watch farmers dance in the rain, caking the fresh dusty mud on top of their boots. The mud you can peel off and flop on the office floor. I fit somewhere in the middle.

Big day. One of those days that may or may not change too much in your life. A day that will, undoubtably, lead to a good night.
Contact is a strangeness. People often say that networking is the only way of the world. They say, "get by with a little help from my friends," or "it's not what you take, it's whose hand you shake." Same thing. All true.

Wonder, taste, lust.

Water is all I need. The angle of approach is water. It will not make the head stop throbbing, but it is a little more sound than coffee. I know this. I stayed up too late last night, out too late. Drank too much bad sugary beer.
I have thought much about making a change, something big. I don't know what but I feel weak, incomplete, failed, changed (badly), hurt, itchy. The move is coming. Entrepreneurship is in sight and a goal has been set with an appropriately issued challenge. Money is no object. It is, in a physical way, but for this I can see not giving a shit. You have to try. When you do, really try. I have struggled with this concept and no doubt will continue to do so throughout my fleeting time on the space rock.
I want my life back. I want it the same and differently. I would do it different. More attention, more games, more travel, more freedom, more attention, less selfishness, less jealousy, less worry, more time spent enjoying the warm body I can't let go of.
I have broken hands and a faulty (some would say bum) ideology. I can make it work. I know I can. I just don't think so right now, not today.