Anticipation

"This is good for me."  Says me.  I feel a bit like I am starting all over again.  Almost every day.  That is also good, me thinks.  Labels.  My words, read, while writing,  lead to thoughts that might never make it to the page because they are about the page.  Describing the activity that goes on daily inside my brain is going to be a challenge, but, a fun one for me.  Today I read something to the effect of, the truth usually requires a small amount of words to speak.  Truth, about truth.  The picture of a picture of a picture.  Kerouac was the fucking man.  Is.  Editing. The 4th of July is coming up, please remember to light fireworks OUTSIDE.  Thanks.

Simultaneous Release

The art of avoidance.  Who says I have no artistic talent?  Not I.  Nostalgia is a powerful drug.  Just say no, most of the time.  Mundane detail.  If I do happen to find the trail back to narrative, you and I can have lots of fun.  After awhile gone, I read a couple of these entries and it seems like another person is writing and not me.  Pretty cool, that person is.  My keyboard sucks at this moment so the dip back into the pool is going to be brief but it is just the first domino in line.  Our little secret is going to be a daily occurrence once again so I will have plenty of time to put your ear in a hammer lock.  Ya see if this was a book, that last line is on the cutting room floor but this is blogging,  so I am coming as I am and let the play on words failures be seen by all.  It's time to get smart, again. Thanks.