Sunday, February 17, 2008

Grandiosity

It's either gradiosity or suicide, so here i sit.  at least i'll dispense with caps, to save one lousy key press.  

escapism has been modus operandi so far.  apractice of "religion", not christian, has been a defining event but lost via apathy and a basic laziness.  being a "practitioner" is much different than simply attending some pious event once a week.  now that my mood for running away has waned, mainly because i'm too tired, makes me turn to my relatives, my tribe long dead to make sense of some small items on my drop dead list.

how they will communicate becomes a guessing game for me but writing it out must be my purpose and since i have used a lot of ink, i might as well just start bringing up the paper and writing it randomly here as well.  i have no time to waste on doubt or giving a shit what ANYONE else thinks.  who has time for that?

in front of me the continuous stream of sunday traffic is on a small dot screen before me.  a perspective that is cut in half with rage at what has happened to our trails and the animals that trod it, not happy, but not extinct either.  two freeway directions to hell, with poison boxes rolling it's occupants to sunday services or a late breakfast.

screw them.  one day there will be a HOV lane, but the "H" will mean "horse".

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