May 7, 2006

  • Just going to sit back, metaphorically, for awhile and enjoy the beauty around me. 


     


    I could (instead) rant, rave, and make claim to ‘my share’ (totally contextual) at any and every given whim of need.  Or I could hit big on all the hotties I run into and make them all smile and get coy in deflecting my erotically meta-poetic advances.  Or I could concoct great elaborate schemes and promulgate them skillfully, taking some in with persuasion, making the rest shut-the-fuck-up in disbelief of my rat-tat-tat-tat eloquence.  Or I could ‘be the man’ and conjure excitement from the jaws of a yawning donkey exclaiming “boredom only exists in the minds of the boring.”  Or I could run around screaming “the world is whacked, the world is whacked, the world is whacked,” and probably win enough converts to my crusade to populate a newly-improvised mental institution.    Or I could study earthquake prediction and probably become so proficient at it that I could run a marathon and win, knowing beforehand that and where and just when a 9 on the Richter would release, and expecting everyone else in the race to desist-cease as I intrepidly jog along (hopping faults) to the finish line.  Or I could invent things in my mind that nobody’s ever thought of and amuse myself with them while laughing at the veritable truth that an unexpressed mind is a wonderful waste.  Or I could hack terrorist Muslim websites and deface their Allah-bingeing portals by proclaiming the Papacy as the unvirtual Dark Star that gravitously sucks all spirituality into its dooming slurp.  Or I could drive halfway around the world to find a Red Lobster Restaurant, don’t eat but imbibe suitable liquids copiously at the bar, flirt madly with the sexy bar girl, scream like a banshee when the penultimate premonition of imminent cosmic victory overcomes me, and then mop the floor at the end of the night to redeem myself in the eyes of the God-fearing.  Or I could just sit in the dreamy cemetery at sunset upon the steps to the tomb of the Unknown President  and imagine what nobody else could ever imagine, knowing that they are imagining me imagining what they believe they themselves never can.  Or I could “Or I could” nearly almost forever…


     


    But I’m just going to sit back, metaphorically, for awhile and enjoy the beauty around me.  Instead. 


     


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