i'll regret this in the morning
i am a fucking basket case, thought i'd tell you.
at this point i'm trying desperately to revel in it, with hopes that my self delusional skills will increase with practice and time, age finely, like a wine, i suppose.
i um forgot what i was going to post.
that's it... ! though i think i'm in the mood, or rather, i am perfectly capable of, at this moment, rambling off into an indeterminate distance down the page, stopping precisely when i feel like it and on the topic of my choice, committing any number of grammatical, spelling, and/or earthly sins along the way, while diligently avoiding the obvious conclusion that regardless of what i type or how i type it, few if any, are going to read it the whole way through and care, or merely read it at all, and for those that do, really, haven't you got anything better to do?
however
i think i'll spare most of that and sum it all up in a friendly little list, so friendly, in fact, as to almost be chummily list-like in the same sense that first coffee is put into a cup, a lid on the cup, the cup is handed over, the lid removed, a precisely determined amount of substance removed, relocated if you will, into the trash , and replaced with a swirling vortex of cream, stirred with a friendly little chap of a wooden stick, the lid replaced, and the cup and contents sitted upon a suitable surface, and promptly forgotten til it's too cold and bitter to go through with the bother of drinking it, order is what i'm talking about, the friendly little list, likened to a cuppa coffee, do you remember him? nice chap, really, spot on.
here's my list of things i would have babbled about:
-how a list writer goes about listing things to list
-things serious
-things less serious
-what the list writer had for breakfast
-what the list writer neglected to have for lunch
-things indescribably fundamental to nothing at all
-passion and happiness
-the remote relationship passion and happiness have with practicality and ethics
-why passion and happiness never write practicality and ethics anymore
-how passion and happiness lost the address for practicality and ethics home sometime last june or so when they moved out of their flat and into a new one in a less reputable neighborhood
-how practicality and ethics won't admit they never had passion and happiness's address or telephone number in the first place and aren't even sure they've met properly
-the common problem of two unlike things or people finding the need to get along with each other when clearly there's more breathing room in the other continents of the mind, especially when the others are a couple of fat twiddle heads unworthy of the glance a you-know-what would give them.
-faggotry and how passion and ethics and happiness and practicality simply cannot agree on a single damned thing
-why the serious things are so horribly mixed up with the less serious and the fundamentally moral decisions are delayed due to postal employees
-why i shouldn't drink
-why i shouldn't read
-who would drink and read for me
-who indeed
- how this list would have been longer had the aforementioned list writer had an inclination to type out any of the multiple and charmingly various vaguely, perhaps even clearly opaquely, serious topics prancing, swaddling, flouncing, pivoting, cavorting, and blundering about her head.
how she wishes it were much more obvious how to live a fulfilling and mostly happy life.
challenge: i'm thinking of a book, can you tell me what it is? but if you don't guess it i'm not going to tell you. and this is my way of tricking you into giving me reading suggestions, in addition.
at this point i'm trying desperately to revel in it, with hopes that my self delusional skills will increase with practice and time, age finely, like a wine, i suppose.
i um forgot what i was going to post.
that's it... ! though i think i'm in the mood, or rather, i am perfectly capable of, at this moment, rambling off into an indeterminate distance down the page, stopping precisely when i feel like it and on the topic of my choice, committing any number of grammatical, spelling, and/or earthly sins along the way, while diligently avoiding the obvious conclusion that regardless of what i type or how i type it, few if any, are going to read it the whole way through and care, or merely read it at all, and for those that do, really, haven't you got anything better to do?
however
i think i'll spare most of that and sum it all up in a friendly little list, so friendly, in fact, as to almost be chummily list-like in the same sense that first coffee is put into a cup, a lid on the cup, the cup is handed over, the lid removed, a precisely determined amount of substance removed, relocated if you will, into the trash , and replaced with a swirling vortex of cream, stirred with a friendly little chap of a wooden stick, the lid replaced, and the cup and contents sitted upon a suitable surface, and promptly forgotten til it's too cold and bitter to go through with the bother of drinking it, order is what i'm talking about, the friendly little list, likened to a cuppa coffee, do you remember him? nice chap, really, spot on.
here's my list of things i would have babbled about:
-how a list writer goes about listing things to list
-things serious
-things less serious
-what the list writer had for breakfast
-what the list writer neglected to have for lunch
-things indescribably fundamental to nothing at all
-passion and happiness
-the remote relationship passion and happiness have with practicality and ethics
-why passion and happiness never write practicality and ethics anymore
-how passion and happiness lost the address for practicality and ethics home sometime last june or so when they moved out of their flat and into a new one in a less reputable neighborhood
-how practicality and ethics won't admit they never had passion and happiness's address or telephone number in the first place and aren't even sure they've met properly
-the common problem of two unlike things or people finding the need to get along with each other when clearly there's more breathing room in the other continents of the mind, especially when the others are a couple of fat twiddle heads unworthy of the glance a you-know-what would give them.
-faggotry and how passion and ethics and happiness and practicality simply cannot agree on a single damned thing
-why the serious things are so horribly mixed up with the less serious and the fundamentally moral decisions are delayed due to postal employees
-why i shouldn't drink
-why i shouldn't read
-who would drink and read for me
-who indeed
- how this list would have been longer had the aforementioned list writer had an inclination to type out any of the multiple and charmingly various vaguely, perhaps even clearly opaquely, serious topics prancing, swaddling, flouncing, pivoting, cavorting, and blundering about her head.
how she wishes it were much more obvious how to live a fulfilling and mostly happy life.
challenge: i'm thinking of a book, can you tell me what it is? but if you don't guess it i'm not going to tell you. and this is my way of tricking you into giving me reading suggestions, in addition.