The Innards of thinking

Don't Ask

In the past year I have come a long way in some ways but in other areas (financial) I have very much remained the same. It is uncertain where the next step is. With no money and no paycheck in sight I sit and write and make certain that everything I do is for my self betterment. I can be the best if I try, I can do anything I want to. This is a testament to all those who don’t think that I have it in me. This is to all the stars out there who have accomplished so much already that there is no possible way I could dream of catching up. This is a message for anyone who desires to become something better than what they are. I will not rest until I have conquered all the fear and doubt the world has to offer.

Chicken soup and daiquiris for everyone captain, I expect its going to be a bumpy flight so please buckle yourselves in and don’t mention any of this to your parents when you arrive home later this evening to a darkened house with nobody home. Where did they go? You wonder making the climb up the stairs as an owl hoots alarmingly in the distance. Where are you from? What Government? What are you doing here?

 This is way way way outside your jurisdiction officer Rembrandt.

I have a fascination with old war time stories and novelty items. I don’t really understand the obsession but I suspect it has its roots in my childhood fondness of guns and artillery weapons. Strange I know but with whom the bell tolls may be he whom the ring is heard by. 

In the late hours of every night I go inside my closed bathroom and dance around in the dark. I do this because it is my intent to scare and or disturb one of my unsuspecting housemates upon entry to said bathroom. I can already tell that something magic is truly in the air because I am a writing machine right now. I feel like I’m back in school again. This is great the words just flowing out onto the page with a certain routine ability that impresses me whenever it reveals itself. I love the page and words equally but the real question is do I love the words written or spoken.?You must admit it is a tough question but if you look beyond the surface of the question you will see that I need to smoke some more weed.