- Mental Junkyard… mind the dogs

the bee hive	Dec 4th, 2007 12:02:07 pm - Subscribe
I tired to sit down and do some maths work today but stupidly had listened to eagles of death metal and found my brain buzzing with potential thoughts. I could not silence the whirr. The music and the excitement and the imagination set off a chain of events that noone could stop. And I started to wonder again. I was uncomfortable, at first, with what had been a rather plesant experience in the past… and wondered if this were the start of another upswing, but then images and metaphors and just plain imaginings started building and I found it a far better thing to dream and wonder than to risk dwelling in the hum drum world of reality for too long. I started to wonder if you could teach a man to dance by shooting at his feet. Perhaps there would be something beautiful emerging there if you indulged and practiced the art for long enough. And this is how I came to wondering about you. Perhaps I wondered about you first and this was the result of those imaginings too. But either way this was the final destination of my thoughts. Because I started to imagine how you would react to finding me in this rather excited state. I thought of course that you would be absolutely appauled, and that despite my best intentions to keep it a secret from you that you would immeadiately know that I was buzzing along and you would revile from me as you usually do when I am in these moods after a short obligatory period of course, where you try to settle me down. You are afterall a good man. And I wondered what things used to be like before we became so married to each other. And in that way I consider us married as in tied. Both unable to escape like two entwining vineries of a pea plant or a bean, which grasps and clings to grow and then ultimately succumbs to a much larger plant. So I wondered Would you be inspired by the way that I could talk to you now. Would I be interested in your replies and would it be a good thing for you to get out of your clumsy reality and take a tour of the world without your logic. I have taken to escaping in movies, and left books for dead. They feel like too much work and I imagine people that don’t read very well would say the same thing… But I have not taken to leaving my musings behind… I’m sure I just momentarily forgot how. This is a return to madness.
mood: open, flowing, outreaching, musing, switched on	(0) comments