4th Dimension

Time. Never enough of it and never helps. Unless you are in a big budget action flick. Take the wrong road at the wrong time, get hit by a bus. Take the wrong road at the right time, and you watch the bus go by. I've found that chasing the choices back through any length of history you want is sort of like trying to find the cloud that a single raindrop fell.

Oh and on a side note speaking of time, I think this whole "change daylight savings time" thing sucks monkey nuts.

Ugh

Like pure cocaine only more addicting.

Funny thing life.

When you have it all figured out, it throws you a curve ball and fucks everything up. Up is down, left is right, etc. Never doubt that life has a sense of irony and timing of plan.

Out of the dark, lightning.

Strikes so sudden you feel your heart skip. Mind spins. Pulse races to catch up to the thoughts running a mile a minute. Hard to beat the anticipate of meeting old friends seperated by time and circumstance.

Nothing scratches like your own finger

Wealth of knowledge in that one sentence. Think on it with me......




...but not to hard or your head might explode.


Wrote something today. Got a funny feeling something wacky is going to happen soon. Time will tell. Anyways on with the read.

Whispers on breezes
Memories in sails
Of Silken Possibilities
Of things that were
And things that could have been
Swirling with Righteous Indignation
Choices made on Half-Truths
And Half-Lies
Nestled in the Bosom
Of Change
Tickling at the Soft Underbelly
Of Heartstrings worn thin
Weary of Taunts
From Screaming Possibilities
And Singing Choices
And in the end
There is only one

Yay

My birthday. Could be worse. Could be dead.

It's amazing the changes that people expect both physically and psychologically just because a number has incremented by one. I mean some really pretty dumb comments. As if , by some miracle only possibly explained in a movie by Disney, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes. Every birthday it seems we get run through a barrage of "Y2K" like scares only to find upon waking that, ultimately, it's just another day.

Let me share some with you and my thoughts on them.

"You look pretty fit for a 30 year old".
-Well yesterday I was 29 and weighed 2 lbs more and there was no mention of how fit or out of shape I was then. Does some magic lard fairy supposed to sneak in on my while I sleep and deposit 20 lbs of lard in my ass or in my cheeks?

"So how does it feel to turn the big '3-oh'?"
-Didn't know I turned anything. Seriously, my heart has made X amount of beats, I have spent 10 years of my life sleeping so far, and travelled enough miles in my life to make it to the moon. A few more beats, and few more hours of sleep, and a few more steps isn't going to magically change how I feel. How do I feel? Hungry and horny. Ask me tomorrow. I will tell you the same thing.

"Oh oh. Might need to watch out for a midlife crisis"
- What the fuck? Seriously. Having a midlife crisis now implies
1) I am going to die at 60
2) There is something to have a crisis about
3) You are a fucking moron. ( I just threw this in there for shits and giggles ).


In the end, it was just another day. Birthdays are for other people to celebrate that you are farther along the path than you used to be, which makes them feel good. **sigh**

Whereever you go, there you are

No I am not on drugs. I doubt I need to be. My brain is screwed up enough as it is. But enough of that. More random musings later.