Oh 1969, let me wrap myself around your rules.
Good? Bad?
There is so much now. I can feel every one of them. All the things I'm consciously thinking, waiting at the tip of a vortex that leads from...whatever part of your brain that works your mouth. Frontal cortex? Sure, why not. It rhymes with vortex. Good. Conscious thoughts waiting at the tip of a vortex, leading back to my frontal cortex, controlling my mouth.
Sometimes I can't figure out if I'm having a good time or a bad time. Sometimes my mind is so busy...
Well, there went an hour or so. An episode of Six Feet Under, and I'm calmer. Hypnotized, maybe.
In the shower this morning, I was thinking and re-thinking. Singing bits of songs. Moments slipped by in the surreal way that they usually do. Suddenly, I noticed a small burst of light coming from the window. A cloud was moving. I stopped moving, thinking. I watched the entire room filling with light, brighter and brighter. I faced it, mouth open, body frozen in position. It lasted a few moments, then passed. The room felt darker. I went back to rubbing soap in my hair. Then it occurred to me; the nature of flowers.
Okay, good night.
There is so much now. I can feel every one of them. All the things I'm consciously thinking, waiting at the tip of a vortex that leads from...whatever part of your brain that works your mouth. Frontal cortex? Sure, why not. It rhymes with vortex. Good. Conscious thoughts waiting at the tip of a vortex, leading back to my frontal cortex, controlling my mouth.
Sometimes I can't figure out if I'm having a good time or a bad time. Sometimes my mind is so busy...
Well, there went an hour or so. An episode of Six Feet Under, and I'm calmer. Hypnotized, maybe.
In the shower this morning, I was thinking and re-thinking. Singing bits of songs. Moments slipped by in the surreal way that they usually do. Suddenly, I noticed a small burst of light coming from the window. A cloud was moving. I stopped moving, thinking. I watched the entire room filling with light, brighter and brighter. I faced it, mouth open, body frozen in position. It lasted a few moments, then passed. The room felt darker. I went back to rubbing soap in my hair. Then it occurred to me; the nature of flowers.
Okay, good night.