Inspiration from YOU!

It seem that when I write to you and look at what comes out, I like it.  For some reason you help me to flow.  Does that make sense?  You must have this energy something or other that you pass through the electronic gates of whatever thing we use to communicate on at the moment.  Hey, communication of any type has its benefits.  I know I still owe you that phone call, but today was hairy.  Perhaps tomorrow will find me.  In the meantime, let my correspondence to you serve as a dedication of sorts for that which you bring out of me.  P.S.: I do suck as a friend regardless of what you say Mr. Inspiration.

To Ryan With Love~ 

Yeah. A great friend who still owes you a phone call. Not cool at all. If I called now, you would hear gurgling sounds which might sound like speech from some alien being due to my taking of "the dream killer" pills. The function junction has a detour that brings me to abandoned buildings, empty benches, and waterless beaches. I can't even tell if the air is crisp or is it my imagination. Am I even sitting here as my eyes feel the weight of closure without closure of other kinds which are kinder than I. It is kind of like that just before I fall into the coma like state called sleep. But at this moment...this brief moment I can still type that which my mouth can't form to speech. Garbled are these mine.

What is there to do? Wake, love, be hairy, wild, look into surreal horizons, shake the flakes of corn from the box, flip the top without stopping, shovel the grass and mow the snow, throw darts through halos of fallen angels, tip a cow as much as you would tip a waiter (the cow must be sleeping, but the waiter should be awake...use degrees for cows and coin for waiters), have unsplit pea soup, make coffee using whole beans, ride a bull, talk bull, bull shit, don't spit, swallow, ride a bus, bus a ride, bust a bride, take no bribes, sit and think, shit and stink, look to the west for all the best, look to the east for the beast, look to the south and think of BRAZIL, look to the north if you want to chill, hey watch out don't take that pill, take a dog for a walk, if you want to, talk the talk, balk, bark, and bite the night, and when you think you have done it right, turn around and you will see that there is more to do my sweet ho-mie! ~ Arachne ~October 6, 2010 at 12:21 AM EST