tangledupinblue

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I told Althea
I'm a roving sign -
that I was born to be a bachelor -
Althea told me: Ok that's fine -
So now I'm out trying to catch her

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Some of the sights and sounds going through my turbined mind at midnight on a Monday. Get to meet with a famous architecht and Commissioner Selig in the next week. My head is going to fall off soon. Some times I can feel it jumping from idea to idea too damn fast. Other times I can't ramp it up fast enough, but man I know why I spend so much of my time trying to keep it in cold storage, trying to keep the bit in its mouth --- once I take it out and let it run, it seriously goes way too fast for its own good.

At what point do you give up trying to change yourself to fit some vision of your life, be it an idea of a job or what a relationship archetype should be or what not? I mean when do you pack in your ideas of what circumstances should be like, and decide to mold your life to fit yourself -- if that means living on a farm somewhere maybe as a local deed recorded, and never having a wife or nothing like that. . . Not give up, not call it a day, just when do you stop trying to shave your edges off to fit the round hole and search for the square space to fit yourself into instead? Not for nothing, just wondering. I mean, I just want to watch baseball and talk to pretty girls. Ain't there a way for a man to make a living doing that? Seems at least as honest as say, blowing glass.

This is Blue.