Over Due pressing of keys
Absurd reasons to not hit the gas
a pain in my own ass
re-bless- re-wired- re-turned-re-learned
phobias and for real problems
a system of out- smarting my own mistakes
pretense and purpose, glamour peels away its own rind
what kind of prose is this any way?
what’s the big Idea?
No telling what you want to hear as the multiplicative reasons are always there to multiply divide add and subtract
adding up to some one sum=1
no telling the future when the soliloquy is on hold
Ambient impulses to re-create for what lies ahead
Outward drafting from tangible mental structures
Falling asleep with plans in the works
germination is beginning in the dark
organic process in the in-organic world
every being has an alien moment or two
traveling here, your motive is to see for your self