obliviousfocus

So here i sit. Verbal hemmorage of the mouth. And I am thinking. Are we all just gerbils in the cosmic ass of life trying to find the way out and holding our breaths from the stench. I don't know the answer but I am thinking maybe we are.

Anyways I digress from my way towards the egress.

Lovely how words just seem to flow and flow like honey.

But I was thinking while i was hammering a screw driver into a mine today. What if, when we die, you know instantaneously and we don't realize we're dead. What if we keep going on like we didn't die. You know another world sepereate from the one we were just in where we are actually dead. I wonder about that. I wonder how many times I've died and not died. It is just a thought.

But I've been reading. And my mind has been breeding. You know the pot is perculating but the coffee aint done. Stories abound and I'm close to a sound if not halways past the brink of madness.

I like it when I rhyme, it makes the voices go away.

But in all seriousness. I've been reading like a madman just book after book after book. It is my new obsession. I can even read a book while taking apart mines. Isn't that scary??? I've been formulating story after story. I can't keep up.

There is a downside to this though. I'm losing touch with reality. I feel myself slipping. I have done this before but I always had someone to ground me. Now I don't. So I am wondering where I will actually go this time. It should be an interesting ride. And no I am not going crazy so shush. I just tend to get distracted by shiny objects and walk off into the sunset.

Catch yall on the flipside kiddies

P.S.

Isn't it amazing what a person can just come up with when they feel like being silly.