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4am.. Tick tock, tick tock. The clocks fucken tockity tickiting. 4 am. No plans to sleep for at least a fucken hour or so.. Or more or less. Probably longer. I don't know how people can do it. The sleep comes upon them and takes them away. I lay in bed for hours on end. Time keeps marching on and I continue to toss and turn. I smoke chains. One after another. I surf aimlessly for nothing at all. Vintage cameras, bed frames, armoires, old coffee stained books.. Junk fucken junk that I'll probably never buy and even if I did, they wouldn't be put to use. They would sit and collect dust. Just like the rare books I already have and the classic rock albums that take up space or the two antique typewriters that I stare at while I imagine the previous owners hammering away at the glass keys as they laid down thousands of words telling hundreds of stories.
Today I actually purchased 2 vintage items. One being an old wooden desk and the other an argus antique box camera. Ha, the original digital camera minus the digital. Im sure the concept of modern day cameras derived from these older box cameras. We live in an on demand society. Fucken ATM's, fast food drive-thru, email even a goddamn ipod.. Everybody wants what they want and they want it now. No one wants to take the time to experience the experience of it all. I want to sit down and write a letter, get out an envelope and address it to the lucky reciever and walk my happy ass to the post office. Maybe when Im there I'll see the beauty of an older married couple who've been together for the last 50 years. Maybe the love in their eyes will give me hope. Maybe today I'll take out a record and gently place it on the record player and allow the whispering of the needle to fill the room while it accompanies the howl of Janice Joplins voice. Maybe I'll step outside my box of instant gratification and live in the moment.
Maybe I can finally sleep without the fourplay of restlessness.
Today I actually purchased 2 vintage items. One being an old wooden desk and the other an argus antique box camera. Ha, the original digital camera minus the digital. Im sure the concept of modern day cameras derived from these older box cameras. We live in an on demand society. Fucken ATM's, fast food drive-thru, email even a goddamn ipod.. Everybody wants what they want and they want it now. No one wants to take the time to experience the experience of it all. I want to sit down and write a letter, get out an envelope and address it to the lucky reciever and walk my happy ass to the post office. Maybe when Im there I'll see the beauty of an older married couple who've been together for the last 50 years. Maybe the love in their eyes will give me hope. Maybe today I'll take out a record and gently place it on the record player and allow the whispering of the needle to fill the room while it accompanies the howl of Janice Joplins voice. Maybe I'll step outside my box of instant gratification and live in the moment.
Maybe I can finally sleep without the fourplay of restlessness.