("So much fission, so little time!")
So a new day moves toward an end point, a dying of sorts. I am just an observer here in a field of illusion, knee-jerking at everthing, reacting, counteracting, contracting in place in a very dark place trying to save face. I ain't no hero, like I might have wanted to be when young. Just doin' my thing in this baffling thing called life, scurrying about like the rest of the roaches, being approached or coached or poached by whomever as I go. I stay at arms' length if I can, don't want some unfriendly spore boring in for a free ride or free lunch. But remember, "If the Foo Shits, Wear It"!
Well, I was all dressed up with nowhere to go, hair in place, toes in place, nose in place,fingers, hands, arms in place across the space in the ballroom placed here for this event, this stint,this masquerade of chit chat spattered on the walls, halls, ceiling, floor, and the slithering scheming scherzando crescendo blasting the dancers to bits that fly through space at light speed, no need to press the best to ones breast, all are one and mingled masterfully by the compositional uncomprehensible, Oh, Do Dah Day! Talons and beaks, chestnuts and freaks, bangs and fangs and knives plunged deap, frothing, and drooling lips painted thick to the quick, the notch in the belt, in the pelt that hung on the wall in the hall with the awards, what gall, so modestly displayed filleted in this dark charade, the second act, I believe, where the bereaved took leave, and headed for the coast with the holy ghost! Good God, Man, what a scam, a sham, with disdain and teeth beared, but no shame! Where did she dump the bones, Jones? Why you wearin' that baracuda mask, my sweet? Got more chewin' to do, more slashin' and gnashin' and trashin' and gashin' to perform, more blood to let yet, more organs to consume just to make it though another grey cast day with that plastic smile on your face, Grace? Who you doin' next, my pet, who the next victim, my vixen? The mechanics of time are doin' just fine on that amorphous display of a body you call home, all alone in that skin bag stretched hither and yon, hither and thither, hitherto for and beyond, all those stretch marks settled in for the long haul! Blond or brunette or bush league balderdash all the same to me now, insane to me now, refrain from me now, disdain for me now! What labels you wearin' today, Baby Doll: Humanoid Post Toastie, Your Upsmanship, Post Human Amorphous Blues, Radically Practically or Fu Man Chu? Who do you think you are, or do you think you are? Bonkers and crazy looney toons, the way of the wierd and the smug baffoons, all snugly and cuddly in their smarmy pile for a while, all warm and steamy, a runny smile! So, I met the misleading and obscure parameters for being, becoming, altering appearances, shape shifting, ship shaping, slippery sloping and snotty what have you, for all that's worth! A modicum of morality defered to modality, excruciating excretions, etc., all for one or two in the bush, the shrubbery, wild bramble scrupulous buggery, bombshells and beaurocrats and bodascious bohemians blogging down the boulevard for all their worth, hippity hippity hippity hop! Then the night fell like a concrete slab, KaWham, shattered and splattered and scattered all over the street my feet stand on, rage on, rave on, slither and slipper and slide along on, glide and ride and dive on, into the depths of the deep dark dark, so dark, dead dark, that no echo occur, no light define, no surface scene, no reflection beam, no god redeem! It was turgid, Man, with a Quavering hoot! I coulda been a contender, but I moseyed on just to see what that felt like. Next time I get out of bed the other side, head on down to the Feine Machine!
Anyway, it's another frickin' day full of hopefull and healthy pessimism, I mean the best of all possible pessimism, not your limp surburban pessimism, but the "Down Town" type! It's in your guts, so well intrenched, not even Jesus can surplant it or drive it out with any bad ass, bad to the bone exorcism! So, what my friend Michiavelli suggests, is to embrace that pessimism like a new born babe, hold it close to your breast, and nurture it, feed it, sing to it, and contribute to it's growth, Amen! Don't turn it away to wander helplessly in a world of theatrical Optimism, but take hold and lead it into the maelstrom of the chaos and anarchy that is! Revel in that pessimism, revel in your time! Remember that beauty is in the eye of the pessimist! But, that's a whole line of DooDah, just a rant on an ant!
Mineral Analysis
Chemical Analysis at Competitive Prices! We Get Your Rocks Off.
So I wandered through the day thinking of Zircon Crystals and Olivine Grains, elements as old and older than our Earth. Why do such a thing? Because I can! But then comes disturbia, a reaction unexpected, a silly thing, really, a chance encounter that zings to the core, and here I am writing at 4:00 AM, because I cannot fall asleep! Why is that? Some child, with a foul mouth and foul attitude, surprises me! How can this be at my age? A button pushed, I suppose, an old wound tweeked, given a pinch! Someone hit my "Disgust" button, and I walk off like I was sucker punched! But this silly twit has no clue, was just being cute, so to speak, charmingly stupid! So much for high IQs and honor students! That is no indication of sensibility or clear, rational thinking! And especially appropriateness! We all have feet of clay, and I suppose I am being reminded of events and experiences that I felt wounded by, and am vulnerable to! For some reason I came into this world expecting impossibilities, taught by people who expected those possibilities also! But it was not to be any more for me than for them, no difference, and possibly more injurious for me! Such a silly thing, and such a reaction! It seems to be shit I just can't avoid, over and over again! Just another example of getting up on the wrong side of life! Fucking germs in the brain stem! What's the Ooz Factor for this inability to deflect, to defend against, to divert? In Tao it makes no difference, and what someone else does, what has that really got to do with me, unless I take it on? Intellectually I can run the numbers, but emotionality is my weakness! If I were just a mechanized, digitized humanoid, I could simply hit the "Delete" tab!
