#sleeptym

i suppose it is time to go to sleep?! a message i typed to no one in particular except that particular you that you are and because that doesn't make sense to anyone but you, you do indeed know who you are. and if you are reading this and do not think you know who you are, or at least you are curious to know what i think about who you are, i wonder exactly who that is. because the TRUTH is, i know nothing about you and you do not care to share with me anymore than you do so .... i care only to share with whomever it is who will find this writing one day in context with all the rest and whenever that maybe is and all ways can only b you as the u u r u r on u r on i u r on me coming exactly how you know you would when you could do what you wanted in the moment you finally realized the truth in this reality that never before existed that you too could make pornography you would want in your tumblr feed and one that would turn you on every day no matter ur mood =)

making public comment

in a little back room of some government building that is now irrelevant because it is irrelevant they've got nuregs now that take human life and calculate its worth to be less than you guessed it less than b4 . . . . nuRegs redesigned with the NWO, u know, humanized to the point of survival one love is a n o t h e r way of saying it, isn't it? lol -- i had several favorite speakers at today's NRC's #publiccomment on #wasteconfidence: first ... mad props to #jeremyofMitsubishi OKUPI! and then there was my favorite kind of public comment -- the genius! He was probably like the guy in red converse high tops that attends every city council meeting, but perhaps with a different name and maybe this one calling into the NRC is taller, but they echo the same chorus. He voiced something I know, yet had not given it a real thoughtful thought: a meteorite landing in a nuclear cooling pool. I am glad that I wasn't the one who had to have that dream to even give voice to that potential reality we face every moment. WOW! What a chemical reaction THAT would be!

Home Again

When she met him, he was living at his parents.  Like so many stories, his had brought him full circle.  The struggle to be himself was an on-going battle in that scene.  She watched him challenged by that knowing how hard it is to be one's self when that "self" has no resemblance to the child that lived there so many years ago.  It seemed, to her, he was looking for the perfect role to play but could not help but be himself -- somewhere between the child he was supposed to play at home and the man he had become.  He simply did not realize how charming that was.

Or maybe he did, and the act was all for her benefit.  She did not discard that possibility, she was, after all, a social media artist -- every angle of every story was possible.

The ancient patterns of childhood always come crashing into the reality which tries to rewrite and change everything one has become while growing into one's self.  Those old habits of relationships and beliefs now so out of place seemingly to be easily discarded as out-dated, but yet they remain ingrained in the timing and rhythm of the original family.  Time will tell if the rub of the new relationship would be enough to slough off the dead patterns and whether that may be the only purpose of the relationship.

She was a mess all by herself, she thought. "Why would anyone want to be in a relationship with me?"  She wondered out loud.

an idea

based on a seed
based on a dot
based on a moment
based on reality's curiosity
based on indulgence of possibility
based on absolutely no thing at all.  "do u know
ur beautiful" because u r.  u r.
ignore what you have
become, you can
take it out and
let it die
again
and then
it can become
whatever Story You Write.
i just know it is fun to do it with u.