Three Times Fast

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Words, they Bounce

It must be some evolutionarily beneficial curiosity that won’t let me forget words like “succubus”. I don’t care what it means. I don’t care what it is. I’ve been trying to forget it for years and no I never cared to look it up. But now might be the time to give in. Maybe my brain will stop keeping it around if it knows what it means and thus can determine more fully whether it’s something I need to remember or not. Right now the fate of that word is in limbo. It lies in a black box and its future cannot be decided. The worst thing is this isn’t the only word bouncing around in my brain in this fashion.

Some Thoughts

I think Radiohead’s Kid A album was originally titled “Kinda”. Then they realized some would try to apply the title to the contents of the CD, so they tried a little harder to avoid making too obvious their lack of musical effort. I still think “kinda” is a good answer to a question about how worthwhile Radiohead albums are to buy.

Remember: You can’t sing from your heart with your eyes open. Haven’t you ever been to a charismatic christian church service? Remember all the closed eyes, open mouths and wet faces? … Yeah, it made me uncomfortable too. No, I’m not going back either. To church in general.

New Level of Difficulty: Think of the learning game, “Which of these things doesn’t belong”. It’s the game where you present 4 to 8 items to a kid and have them pick the item that doesn’t share some characteristic with the others. They have to figure out which characteristic works best. Start with that game, but use only two items. Then tell them to “choose wisely.” It’s a weak stretch, but it’s supposed to teach kids about real life … the kind where you don’t know what the hell is going on, and all options have something wrong with them. (And yeah, I don’t really think this is a good idea. I’m just running with the idea that nothing is black and white.)

Dreams

for a time slacks and shirt.
without which, fired,
brokeness and hunger,
less barbecue/beer/burgers/indian (such diverse tastes!).
paused dreams pay the bills.

Wordy Richness

Keep in mind: when you get delirious because it’s almost two, and you feel like writing and so you do, this is what you come up with.

One

Now what is all this hoopla flapping gab? It’s my brain letting hang, doing dump down the drain, and there’s no off position. This fluid relaxation exercise best net good or I’ll meet my demise in much shorter time.

Two

The precondition for post-operations is that the previously performed action had no mishap. For a single malfunction can hinder the unction of a team to continue to the junction of success despite a clear-cut goal. Without a plotted path nothing goes well. Or rather, it goes well but it might as well be going to hell because the place it is going sure isn’t enlightened. “You gotta have a clue if you want a pie or two,” as I always say.

Three

Fare well or your efforts might feel slighted at their abuse. “Put your whole ass into it.” Never I knew a man that managed to walk with half of one, much less a woman that looked good doing so.

Four

Grey-matter compost spritzes unfounded prose-ic concoctions.

Five

This one’s old. 2003.

no shower. for time shower now. shower time bed. bed head time. time knife kite. shower head kite sleep.