Twenty Five Thoughts (after gen)
Posted on May 25, 2006
in Memes
This is a nonmeme which you can treat as a meme anyways. No fingers being pointed here. Just twenty five thoughts going through my head.
- Oh fuck. I forgot to write my morning pages.
- All the noise in here — the fan, the power supply, the air conditioner — sounds like a headache after a bump on the dome of the skull.
- Speaking of which — oh, my long time fear. I hit myself on the head so many times. Is that the cause of it all?
- My, sera is in a feisty mood today. Or is that Werrier slumming?
- Don’t hang out with other writer wannabes — they do nothing but primp up their egos.
- Another take on the sound: wormholes leading to silences. Just listen.
- I hate the Republicans. They are so off the edge these days.
- I think only the government should be allowed to fly the flag.
- It got hot. I am so glad that Trader Joe’s brought back its Fruit Floes.
- Nothing so good as a glass of ice water. Keep me stocked.
- Oh oh. Here comes the lap monster!
- Pile of postcards to be scanned. Hey, where is Cinthia?
- Better stop the name-dropping. People will miss their names and then feel left out.
- The crunch of soft ice. Like cutting eatable, wet sand with your teeth.
- Thank God for the disc rescuer. I am going to have to buy more cleaning fluid.
- Ten more. No nine.
- Can’t go out in the sun without wearing long sleeves because of the photosensivity caused by the Risperdal. Fortunately, I have always liked long sleeves.
- A complete thought is more than a sentence sometimes.
- It concerns me when I see another bipolar turning to drink. Or drinking coffee or a coca-cola. But I can’t do anything.
- The old question: why a war on drugs and not on alcohol? (For the record, I suppose legalization and regulation of recreational drugs. Think about it.)
- Uh oh. Talking to the audience there. There’s no one in this head of mine except me, wearing a lot of different faces.
- The only thing keeping me from entering the theater (other than age) is my tendency to mishear words. Funny thing, though. People often mishear mine.
- Lynn gets more bent out of shape when she is caught at a mis-speak than I do.
- I’m going to hear about that when she gets home.
- The train of pulverized luminesence ends here.