thought ╞ calling out to

you hear me, loud and clear without a word thats sincere, between the lines right between my ears. a constant ringing, like the really early alarm on your phone, set to snooze? or just leave it alone. argue if you might you noticed this aprehension is valid, almost as much as when fat people order cobb salads. common sense to adult know-how, just when will it be applied? dont lowball. if we havent made our point just take a quick look behind you, it might remind you, of how blind you, can be..

thought ♣ season change

as abruptly the heat returns, spinning my already blurry world a tad bit faster, a tad bit deeper into the fall session. i stand knee-deep consciously unaware of this sudden weather change, clouds of mercurial thoughts, and restless nights bank dangerously close. with my newly acquired safety blanket of friendly dog hair, and a pillow reserve lie in wait for any sudden cooling trend shivering in anticipation. preparing as best as most can, i can hardly contain my patience urging myself to dive head-first foot long deep into the familiar equinox of seasons change.

thought ♣ feet

they hurt.

45 hours of slippery and dodgy terrain. payload at arms length up stairs and down halls. my generous hosts slam me with the commotion of day and night tourists. all during my voulenteering on the "row" and at the "fair". From a chinese immigrant slaving away, to the noble of the white court, watching the play. I hand deliver to the best of my abilities. Playing all angles and working both sides. Standing the heat from the kitchens to the charming of the press, your gracious respects are my motivation. but the work on the side, definitely my undoing.

but sometimes, my feet hurt. which the do..

thought ♣ feet

thought ♣ upgrading

A new fit, sick fade and an "exclusive" fresh scent had me feeling this time working ,is time well spent. lack of sleep, shitty diet. manning up and then powering through. Out of the deep, into the shallows, is something i had to do. Unless lagging behind, getting caught up and finding time to whine. is an excuse i can abuse till i fail to convince my own mind. version 2.0, second season with a cleaner show. a refined cast fuller plot, up is the only way i'll to go.

thought ♣ upgrading

thought * technology disconnection

aaarrrgghh!
rescue me from the clutches of this necessary parasite.
it sucks my attentions in whole, with no remorse for present company.
like an iv to the slow drip of 3g and when i feel fancy +s.
a permanent fixture at my hip, on my palm, in my face.
with no escape. i set shortcuts and hotkeys to sync with my habits
its a terrible thing, but everyones doing it. 350 million plus!
worldwide, inside, instead of real books to the face.

thought < time away

in other galaxies Ive coasted, milky way smooth, dark matter free
somewhere in a higher altitude. thinking about other things
to be thought of to be done. i felt i had to produce some original
material, "<"a href =">" free, unless it was on my own coat tail links were
getting attached to. to inspire to be inspired, simple purpose for a
zen excersize.

thought : sunday "sabor"

spaghetti, spamoni, soda, and a happy birthday later. we walked, literally next door to a local modern disco. linebacker status checking our id's - blessed with free! 10:21! nine minutes short of the deadline. two by two by 1, gentlemen i am, i had to hold the door open for current company. red-striped double fisted, then off to the empty dance floor. "a rump pa pumnp" with laser beams making the reggae mix. making due, i chose to go with the flow. shuffle to and fro. red boots knee high with butter fly thighs taking the spotlight drawing my eyes. time flies when fun applies. late night people watch, holiday congestion. darkness then bright lights followed by a herding of unwanted cattle. inventory check, check! and were out the door two less and into a cab ride home.

thought : hello again, myself

strong winds of anxiety threw me into a torrent of emotion, a verbal display of being outwardly vicious. a mix of guilty pleasures, simple realizations. where was i leading myself? into something i wanted? stuttered and stammered then went defcon 4 to self destruct. these are the most terrible of times, where questions arise from the thick mucus of doubt. lodged uncomfortably in my throat. each swallow a painful reminder that im ingesting a sickness. self inflicted. self diagnosed, followed by a remedy of denial. perhaps a dash of confusion? some peppered fear? im allergic to reality and sneeze in surrender.

thought : winter

it has arrived, silent and swift, cool and collected as weather can be. the rain regretfully acknowledged for the most, but welcomed by some. warm jackets and beanies from years before, simple armor, for the shopping seasons to come. patience, is my weapon to steady my focus toward the next weekend, but not the holidays, plural. i stand unprepared with shallow pockets and anxiety about my lack appreciation, outwardly. from a calendars insight im annually passing, onto the next set of empty promises. it cant be helped. its my nature

thought - freewrite

i woke up today with the heat of midday barring on me, the stinging brightness of a 45 degree angle into my eyes, i cannot see. the random chimey chime from my phone, focuses my attention and i stumble like a grumpy peg-legged pirate to the nearest loo,. Refreshed and renewed, i dressed for the day and what it might throw at me, stab of sadness reminded me of my lost bicycle. so i changed , and then changed again until my fit found its fit which had me finally walking into the shoes that required the least effort.

two cups of h2o and then two cups of joe, then onto cleaning long forgotten obvious places, and finding buried treasure along the way, coins and gum, followed by my "swagger" two days without it, kept me at a distance from fellow co-workers. my hair product appeared last, finally. freshly washed and now necessary to towel dry. my mock brucelee had its daily waxing.

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