Mind Dump O

Somehow you inhabit my now

It’s about the wonderment.

If you’re planning on being here a while. And it has to be a plan, not an assumption.

Hush now. It’s strange, so strange. We’ve never met. We’ll never meet. I like the poignancy in that: it’s apt. I seek communication through extending distance. I know movement through my stillness. Love. What is love? A chemical procreation process. What is intelligent design? The subtle sweet smell of an apple. Our DNA brings us here, brings us round.

What’s the point of the story? Twist? Innovation? Invitation. You choose your friends and they choose you. How does blood mix?

What is conversation? A good conversation? It’s a time, a place, a setting. It’s not-so-strangers meeting and not worrying that their short-sightedness means that they cannot think a step ahead. It’s the quietude we share that speaks volumes, speaks for us because it has the words we could never possess.

It’s the furrowed brow and wrinkled nose and lip curl that show emotion, not the motions of the coached class left for dead neophyte. It’s the not caring whilst being interested: the best defence is attack.

How different things happen to different templates. The young among the old. Living among the wheat. What’s the importance of profit?

My life revolves around uncertainty; others’ uncertainty.

Because you live in a world that tells you and you do as you’re told.

Muted tear-bringer.

Betterment: a rise in self-help.

Swathes of (little?) butterfly-wing brushes.

Whose education dug the deepest?

Hoodwinked. Did I look the wrong way while doing right?

Possibilities: take a right, roll the dice (die).

A sign of impotence – anthropomorphism of cartoons/allegories/gods and kings.

A weak pretender – too quick to praise, too late to criticise

Intellectual snobbery abounds, and so does the fear.

(The) Desolation gladdens my heart; an onrush of desire borne of purpose.
All I learn is disenchantment.

She, being a woman, was extremely unforgiving.
Work: a most unbecoming occupation (b4)

To try is to fail, and though we know, this doesn’t stop some trying. And the rest of us wishing they’d succeed.

Praise never killed your dinner, but it might’ve cooked it for you (?)

My heart open to you now, nothing left to give. Nothing left. But I am not nothing, left behind. As you pass right through I know I have become something new. Something more. And you are now me.

To surrender meaning. Always a challenge. Always; every day. How is it that I have now learned to live? In this way. Is this a story; the story of our lives? Forever and ever and ever and ever. How like children, we have played.

The schizoid twins: no-one can tear them apart

I went to sea in a little green boat, to hide from my distractions.

Snow burns me with her mocking breath: “come closer and I’ll heal you”

We’re all fools, don’t you see? But there’s not a fool in the world tonight would not be me.

How do you not know the days? And why should you? Except you do. For what is one or two or more to you?

Justice has deep pockets.

Handbag.com: purveyor of fake opinions. But now it’s broken, just like everything else.

Me?! Bitter and twisted?! Ok, then! Religion? I hope not. Otherwise I’d become one Hell of a bore at parties!

Talk loudly, ignorance is universal, proof we are not genetically-bound?

Your semi-nascent beliefs.

What you say and what you believe are continually at war.

How do you deal with an abstruse, external, invisible, physical, violent threat?

Yearly astrology-fest. Advertising. Homogeneity. Dullards further dull my senses' environment.

Tranche. How big? Is one large slice enough or does one flavour off-colour the experience?

Colluding in guilty complicity.

Write by a thousand cuts. A thousand times. Body scripting.

Why is my favourite question, word, answer? Keep the ball rolling, I care not for the pressure, instead caring for.

A ring of bone. How does it feel? Tricks of the mind. Have I done this already? Twisted witch's hat church.

I remember: I'll give you my luck for your misfortune.

Screen reading/screen watching. It's not my favourite occupation.

I have an arsenal of snowballs, multicoloured. Which shall I cast first? Sit and stop and stand and stare. I'll give motion to this restful place. I'll bring restlessnes to this motionless place.

And what we choose to bring...a desert island special. Shy? Don't be. If it's what you want to do.

Echelon. We were the few, the anointed.