You know what I’m talking about, right? UP there. And you’re trying to communicate with someone – in print – and the wheels are simply too busy to pause, to examine what you’re actually putting down on paper – or in message, on social media – and you come out saying something that could puzzle someone, have them scratching their head, as to your true intentions, question your sincerity, thinking, well, which one is it? – Does she plan to celebrate my recovery or my death? – that, kind of shit, cause you’ve already composed the line, it’s embedded firmly in your memory, it’s as solid as a block from the sheet of the pyramids, but you know, your mind likes messing around with you, and it hops and it skips and flips forwards and backwards and plucks and hides and erases shit, making monumental omissions when attempting to communicate with the outer world, dropping words, thoughts, pushing them into the deep and dark zone of zeros and ones.
And you stupidly correct yourself …
“I don’t know about you, but I plan to celebrate your recovery – not mourn your death.”
But you gotta give yourself some slack, cause it’s almost Sunday, and you desperately need a break from your head.
Have NO idea how BMW will respond to my request to replace the vehicle, since this is no longer the vehicle I purchased, and that occurring in less than 6 months,and the incident of the flat in South Bend, INDIANA at 4:00AM. And the days it took BMW to get a replacement tire from California, the absolutely most horrible customer service. And from my brief hopping around there are plenty of pissed-off BMW customers. However, I have no time for them.
consensus of several others who are knowledgeable about such cars is that …
the car is totaled.
My heart is shattered.
I am crushed.
It was one-of-a-kind.
There is nothing less appealing than a guy(s) who thinks/think they/he know(s) everything and who use(s) that base to bully their (his) women/woman. Are those kinds of guys plentiful? You bet they are. Emasculated and rejected men. Pathetic men. Men who have shuttered the Truth about themselves. Diabolical men. Men who claim they are god. – WHAT? Men who claim to be Saints. While all you wanna do is dance to The Linguistic Twist.
(Hm. This can now go in a multitude of Directions. But I’m too lazy to go anywhere right now – other than my fingers tapping the keys on my phone, the essentials, for as long as possible, which is not very long at all.)
You gotta admit. Something is not right up there? They construct full mosaics of people and strip them of their authenticity as humans. This is utter nonsense.
Who are these fools who have been in Medical School for 8 years –
And, this is it?
This is the product of their knowledge?
Playing with scissors and construction
HOW DO YOU LOOK IN COLOR?
Is the blood circulation in your face doing well?
Do you look better as a concept than an actual person? High contrast, Black and White, deep reds? And is your face otherworldly, not quite here, but somewhere else?
Much better as a ghost than a human.
ART takes us everywhere.