Bam Bam has lost his cap. Do you see it?
I got two stories, a question and a thought:
All arbitrary, have nothing to do with anything or each other, and all occurred whilst watching “Strange Love”, starring “Flavor Flav” aka “Fufi Fufi”/“Mr. F” and “Bridget Neilson” aka “Geeta”.
Story one: I’m walking down the street, mind blank like it usually is, and all of a sudden I start thinking about the physical act of love.. (Refer to February 8th, entry, 1:43pm: “I can’t stop thinking about sex.”) As I’m contemplating, the question isn’t who, or what, or even where… just the general idea and stigma, and my head drifts up, my eyes glaze over and I… trip over absolutely nothing. There were no obstacles in my path, yet I fell flat on my face. Well, then I picked myself up and dusted myself off, naturally. And continued walking. And did the same exact thing. Twice.
Story two: I’m walking across campus at about 9:30pm with a grocery bag filled with assorted Vitamin waters, Cocoa Pebbles, milk, and chewy sprees. I’m quite parched, so I reach in my bag and take a swig of my Power-C Vitamin water. I realize that at a quick glace it looks like Vietnam water, and I have a private chuckle. I stop at the corner to wait for traffic, and see a police car drive past me. I’m walking in my normal “swagger” and chugging a Vitamin water. The copper turns around and flashes his lights. I stop, and the officer approaches me. Asks if he can look through my bag. I concur, although I immediately thought of Jay-Z’s “99 Problems” video, and contemplated busting out into a rap about how he’s not allowed to search my shit. Well, he sees my Cocoa Pebbles, treats himself to a private chuckle and tells me to have a nice night. I feel like three fifths the person I once was, and cut myself with the cardboard edges of the Cocoa Castle box. I beat the maze and smile in defiance, to no one in particular.
Question: Are koalas social creatures? But more importantly, does this question matter? Does whether or not koalas are social creatures make a difference in anyone’s life to effect me in my everyday? To effect anyone around me everyday? Would it effect the fruits I buy from the market, if I bought fruits from the market? Does whether or not koalas in general interact inside tightly knit social groupings within their daily life have ANY influence on me, or anyone that matters to me, in ANY way?
Thought: I wonder what the man with no face looked like before he lost it.. Perhaps he was unfortunately grotesque, and him shooting himself was a welcome relief to the horror that once was his face. Or perhaps he was insanely good-looking, to which I would be very disappointed. And who’s No Faces soul mate? Does he or she also not have a face? Or are they stuck with this faceless man? If they have a face, and it’s a GREAT one, will they be making up for No Faces lack thereof? Or wouldn’t they ignore the fact that they are meant for each other and die alone? Or with cats?
(Stares vacantly.)
All arbitrary, have nothing to do with anything or each other, and all occurred whilst watching “Strange Love”, starring “Flavor Flav” aka “Fufi Fufi”/“Mr. F” and “Bridget Neilson” aka “Geeta”.
Story one: I’m walking down the street, mind blank like it usually is, and all of a sudden I start thinking about the physical act of love.. (Refer to February 8th, entry, 1:43pm: “I can’t stop thinking about sex.”) As I’m contemplating, the question isn’t who, or what, or even where… just the general idea and stigma, and my head drifts up, my eyes glaze over and I… trip over absolutely nothing. There were no obstacles in my path, yet I fell flat on my face. Well, then I picked myself up and dusted myself off, naturally. And continued walking. And did the same exact thing. Twice.
Story two: I’m walking across campus at about 9:30pm with a grocery bag filled with assorted Vitamin waters, Cocoa Pebbles, milk, and chewy sprees. I’m quite parched, so I reach in my bag and take a swig of my Power-C Vitamin water. I realize that at a quick glace it looks like Vietnam water, and I have a private chuckle. I stop at the corner to wait for traffic, and see a police car drive past me. I’m walking in my normal “swagger” and chugging a Vitamin water. The copper turns around and flashes his lights. I stop, and the officer approaches me. Asks if he can look through my bag. I concur, although I immediately thought of Jay-Z’s “99 Problems” video, and contemplated busting out into a rap about how he’s not allowed to search my shit. Well, he sees my Cocoa Pebbles, treats himself to a private chuckle and tells me to have a nice night. I feel like three fifths the person I once was, and cut myself with the cardboard edges of the Cocoa Castle box. I beat the maze and smile in defiance, to no one in particular.
Question: Are koalas social creatures? But more importantly, does this question matter? Does whether or not koalas are social creatures make a difference in anyone’s life to effect me in my everyday? To effect anyone around me everyday? Would it effect the fruits I buy from the market, if I bought fruits from the market? Does whether or not koalas in general interact inside tightly knit social groupings within their daily life have ANY influence on me, or anyone that matters to me, in ANY way?
Thought: I wonder what the man with no face looked like before he lost it.. Perhaps he was unfortunately grotesque, and him shooting himself was a welcome relief to the horror that once was his face. Or perhaps he was insanely good-looking, to which I would be very disappointed. And who’s No Faces soul mate? Does he or she also not have a face? Or are they stuck with this faceless man? If they have a face, and it’s a GREAT one, will they be making up for No Faces lack thereof? Or wouldn’t they ignore the fact that they are meant for each other and die alone? Or with cats?
(Stares vacantly.)