I got your e-mail and you got mine. It is so much better because of the sign in and out of THIS...but "THIS" is not that bad...detracting? YES...from the already distracted...I think you know what I mean. Forum forum without a vomitorium. What is that? Did you spot the bored gladiator playing with his shield? He once studied philosophy.
Anyway, I just wanted to pop on over to answer you and I know I have one waiting...my skinned half eaten chicken lies cold in my plate no longer palatable. Did I want it in the first place? It must have been someone else. Off in la la and playing with words I observe the absurd. Care for some chicken?
The Mad Hatter exits stage left. The funny papers are waiting.
Pumped up smoking two cigarettes at a time...that damned clock is still Westminstering at 2:45 a.m. It should have been sleeping at 11! Pendulum wagging all happy looking to bang the gong at 3! Not me!!! Stupid thing. I have twisted its arms for 12 hours and to no avail. Six...yes...6. It is supposed to sleep from 11 p.m. to 6 a.m., but nooooo. It behaves when it wants to it behave, but not today...not yesterday...not lately. When was it that it went clocky on me setting itself some hours ahead or behind and it was not bonging...maybe it was and is stoned. That is it! It is stoned and has the munchies. It sees my cold chicken and wants its bones and I see its face and it is not 10 past 10 in the supposed a.m. I have to contend with the batteries...mine have longer life...grandpa there is there dying.
Wired? Of course I am wired! The Xanax did not kick so I am sitting here entertaining myself which is real easy. Like a little kid I am amused by everything around me...even that fucking clock which seems to always be ringing. Will coffee put me out since Xanax wired me up? Everything is backwards anyway so it could essentially work. Then again, was Mary as white as snow or was it her lamb? Damned chicken.
Okay...I give! So, it is now 10:45 a.m. according to grandpa and he is doing his little ringy dingy thing there and I am living with it. The pillows are all piled in not so coordinated colors...the lights are dim and the blanket says, “blue” kind of sounding like a cow...that is now, but what is later? According to my clock, it is much later or earlier depending on... I know that rabbit is around here somewhere with his watch and chain as he IS late! However, I don’t have to run after him as I already fell down the hole. The queen of hearts just handed me a brush and I am painting the roses red; have I lost my head?
If I was of the mind of not so kind I would pick on him with you. If anyone should take any forum serious, then they seriously have a problem. Passing time? Oh brother! Your passing time and mine are so different. Without drugs I am inside my head and thinking all this crazy shit. Actually, what I wrote to you made it to blog without your name as I liked my words. I went on to say...never mind, go for the muscle and lay off the drugs as they'll kill you. Knee nee eeeee! Thank you. Never a dull moment on a spike.
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