when I grow up
What if I, like, typed something, like, everyday?
Would that be ok? Would it be weird?
What if I missed a day or two or ten, would that be ok too?
If I just typed it right into the dang website builder like it didn’t even matter, like it wasn’t matter like it couldn’t care less.
I am the it.
I am the it and I sit on the edge of the couch and community and consider my options.
Relax and regress or stand up and move on. Things will move on with or without me. Without it.
Why would I withhold myself from it?
The I in eye.
I red on reddit that the human brain has been observed as emitting low levels of light. Luminescents. Is that the smell of light?
Isn’t it weird that most of my news comes from the comment section of a social media site? A thoughtful comment executed well could mean the difference between whether or not I care what you say.
Wait a gosh darn dilly dong dipper second now.
Am I being manipulated in ways that I’m not aware of?!
Are systems at play that ignore my sentience?! Is God real or just really Annoying?
How much editing is supposed to go into these “daily” dilly dally’s? Any is too many.
Two Dally’s walk into a bar. Bartender says, “We don’t serve your type here.”
(it’s a dilly bar)
Two fancy fonts walk into a bar. Hand drawn bartender says, “We don’t serve your TYPE here.”
What are we even doing here? I should go to the shop. I need to get ready for this skate jam next week.
The physical therapist says its good for me to be typing tho and I’ve always said I’m a writer that doesn’t write so why not feed two birds with one scone and leave a bit of word shmurd on the web.
Have you ever seen bird poop in a spider web? Like all crusty but stuck up and floating there?
Me neither but I bet it’s happened somewhere. Somebody somewhere has seen bird poop floating on a moonbeam maybe in a jungle.
If you can dream it, you can fuck it.
Oh jeez okay lordy loo who what is becoming of us. This isn’t becoming of us.
Behold, the second cumming of chris.
What?! Like everybody wasn’t thinking it.
If you can dream it, it probably is real somewhere somewhen.
I used to subscribe to that new-age notion that WE are THE UNIVERSE trying to know ITSELF. (There IT is again.)
But if that were true then it would mean that I am THE UNIVERSE and THE UNIVERSE is ME but then also means that THE UNIVERSE is YOU and that YOU are THE UNIVERSE too. & sure, my educational degrees peaked with the General Education one I got in rehab but even I can extrapolate that to believe such a notion would mean THE UNIVERSE is actually both of US & YOU & I are THE UNIVERSE so in fact, YOU & I are the same!
Considering all of life (that I know of) basically subsists on light, I’m following along here but isn’t there more than one universe? Are other universes trying to know themselves too? Do they exist in a sorta secondary school environment where the universes have to mature and experience awkward “bodily” changes next to each other? Do universes get embarrassed? Is shame a human concept or a huh! UNIVERSAL ONE?!
Is our universe a being being used by like a larger universe thing (we’ll call it [ <—!? ] JOD) so that it can experience Itself?! How far do these things go up? Go down? When does going up come up from below? Can we get below by going up?
So yeah, I don’t subscribe to that notion so much anymore. I more of an illegal cable box sorta guy. My philosophy on life is basically one of those transformers in an alley in Asia or South America or wherever IT is that is overflowing with cables. I’m so joddamn full of wires I’m practically conduit.
I have a really conduit attitude.
Peace & Loaf
