hey! hey! over here! i’m waving my arms around trying to get your attention.

thanks for coming over, i really needed some attention over here. things may seem like they are out of control, but trust me, they’re not. yup, everything is under control. just gotta make a few more adjustments…there. perfect everything fell into place to create a scene of maddening beauty . full of hope, prosperity, and a willingness to supress the ego.

damn you ego, always coming aorund here and messing things up. if id didn’t keep things primative and the super ego keep things normal, you’d be out of a job. keep on truckin’, ego.

clarity. feel it. supress it. feed it. bring it to the surface and drag it around with a motorboat. it does pretty well on water skis. it’s even hip enough to wakeboard. and really if it weren’t hip it wouldn’t be worth noticing. only those that are truly hip know what i mean. yeah, dig it baby.

if you feel out of place, and are wondering why, then look no further. you’re in the present, and you got that going for you. everything is possible in the present. those other tenses can go to hell. they can only express what might have been or could be or has been or could be. but not in the swingin’ present. look at it, if you stand on your head while looking at it, then it appears upside down. or are you right side up and it’s upside down? so deep. so very, very deep. it’s a wonder that i could get any deeper than that. feel it!

if you wander around in this present long enough, things tend to go slow or fast, depending. on what you may ask? good question, i wonder if it just depends on everything. you know, if your dog felt like rubbing it’s butt on the carpet, or if the sun hit a plant leaf with enough enrgy to create some sugar, or even if i ate my wheaties. can’t get enough of those wonderful wheaties. slooooooooooooooow. FAST. sloooooooooow. Fast. cycle. feel it! feel the cycle of the present, revel in it, love it, look everywhere and experience it however you see fit.

conundrums abound. too much in the air. too much of this crap to even wonder what it means. crapity crap crap. filling the air with crap, it’s everywhere. ubiquitous even. take a sample, put it in a jar and save it for later. because you never know when you’ll need it. is it really that unbearable, over here, without you favorite? clear a channel please, this is important. it needs importance, craves it and desires it. brings it to the surface again only to be pushed back under. pushed as deep as it goes so that it can be thought of as art. as a cry for anything, just to be noticed, to be understood, to be accepted. oh sweet acceptance, validate my life. bring me close to your bosom so that i may suckle at your teat lovingly.

if only…huh?