write (or typing) is like skating on ice with rockets on your heels. as fast as you create you move, always sliding forward. either with direction and purpose or flailing your arms as you tumble over yourself. you can write anyway you want for instance try not using any punctutation as you type then you can sjut keep going and goojng with nio interuptions. or. do it differently. chop up words. chop up sentecnes. chop ideas. and the nthrow them in a moxer and see waht comes out. you can ay whats on your mind without caring wat it is your saying. right now i wish iwere using beaitful inmagery and tasty words like legubriuos. but i almost havent the need becasue im pretending to type an email while at work when really im writeing to myself or to you if you arent me. i dont feel guilty ifyou tihnk i should, i ve been sitting here half an hour with out anyone telling me to do soemting os i feel jsut fine write ing and typing away to my hearsts content until somebody asks me to earn the money im gettign for sitting here.
what a world. thousand or millions are with out work and live in “poverty” becasue of it, while im ni9ce and comfortable in way too much ac typing a mesage with no particular point to no particular person and im being paid.
to be sure, this is not what i am beiung paid for, but hten again it must be if im doing it and being paid.. hmm interestingthought
this is what im being paid for. it =jsut doesnt contributeto the company im “working for” unless youd liek to see this a typing practice in which case thank you fletcher floors forapying em to practice typing, while pretending to be working.
thank you fletcher floors for an other thing too, providing the environment where i felt comforable to to start typing out my thoughts.
in jsut a few moments of typing ive realsied a few thigns about myself
1 i like typing
2 im not very good at typing, yet
3 i say the word “few” when really i mean “couple”
"times flies when theres shit to do" is what my superior just said aloud in the office that only him and i occupy
i laughed politely, and while typing what he sut said
wow ive skated over a hill of snow and ice and im not cold
my typing or writei ng or whatever this is is remidnign me of a book im reading currently written by Henry Miller
he does this sort of stream of consciousness writeing in his book “tropic of cancer”
whilst reading it , whislt is a funny word
while reading it one feels like one is the one henry miller
because he writes form the perspective of his own brain, not from himself but from his brain
so when i read the words ont he page and the sounds they make float into my head they seem like my own thoughts, liek i myself am currently thinking what henry miller is writing. its facinating, ive been to paris several times thisweek alone.
all this is beingrecordedd in an email im sending to myself then later on perhaps il move it to a blog
coral recomeneded i start a blog because i have much to say
well if coral is reading this which is the same time likely and unlikely then
hello coral you are beautiful and i love you, how are you?
also, wow youve read this far.
if you are in fact not coral then
hello, how are you? you may be beauitful i do not know , your soul probably is and i dont mean to offend you by not calling you beaitiful its just that i am CERTAIN that coral is
its three thirty seven only 23 more minutes left until im allowed to leacve “work”
hmm, 23 im only 20 at teh moment. tho at any moment i may not be.
it feels good to jsut blah blah blah on and on like this. liek its soem sort of o u t l e t . ive plugged in as they say. whoever they are i hope they are eatingm a sandwhich right this very second because id like to be. ive noticed that there are words i over use such as like. i want for more words. colorful words and words that smeelll good, i need experience to widen my vocabulary as it has been experience that has destroyed it. i havent been required to speak or write eloquently in a longwhile, since there was a teacher waround who expected soemthing from me.
notthat they ever really did. or maybe they did and im being silly, or pessimistic.
tho i dont hink ia mpessimistic becasue a pessimest says the glss is half empty and an oppimest says the glass is half full and i liek saying the glass is aalways full if half with water than the other half is air. tho honeslty i head or read that from somewhere other than the firey forges of my mind. but i like it and i liek saying it when others speak of half water filled glasses. tho ifyour glasses were half water filled they might by goggles and you might need ot empty them if you plan to continue diving deep deep down neat the bases of the kelp taht make up the submerged forest you skip thru on your way to the rabbits hile that would most probably bring you to the surface of your own bubble where upon making contact expectadly pops like the waesel without the childs song to sing with. i did not go back and read that. and that dos make me feel peculiar.
i am going to costa rica
I am going to costa rica this august with my sister. i have flash backs of the future where priscilla and i are jumping for joy excitied to be liveing our lives instead of dreaming our lives. the rain forest smells like clean. the people smile because they are happy and not because they want to trick you into buying some glorified piece of plastic taht youve needed to survive since it was created 6 months ago on paper nad 6 weeks ago across the pacific.
speaking of suicide nets and red fruit
my uncle says i need an iphone, i agree with him even tho i really know i dont because i want one.
i know hat they the electricity it supposedly uses is actually a slave’s blood. i know that the green portrait of a dead man i would give for it is about as valuable to me as as a tank ful of CO2 at the bottom of the sea.
i know that everything that can be done with one of those divices, except for actually comunicating, was thought of after the device was made.
and still i want one.
because the one i have sucks. palin and simply, i could use it to clean the carpet at my uncles house.
so if i must have this THING
i may as well have a nice THING
things are not evil, intentions are evil
things are things are tools
and tools can always be used in a beneficial way.