Old Liars Club

So here I sit unamused by the belittled movements of the planets. Under no circumstances shall I reveal to them my thoughts, oh no. I know what Jupiter does to those who trust him. I saw it with my own eyes. What is it you ask? If I told you, then the bad will happen to me. Don't believe me? Tough, you will have to take it on faith. I am sure that if you can conjure up enough faith for deities, then so you can with me. But that is neither here nor there, my point was that I don't care what you or the planets think, because Saturn has it in for me, I know it.

What were we talking about again? I forget. You see my mind just isn't what it used to be. I can't be responsible for my ramblings you see, I haven't got the knack you see. Why I remember back in my New York jazz days. There wasn't a lady I couldn't woo with the sultry tones of my saxophone, its deep rumblings of the baritone bounding across the room. Satchmo and his trumpet were no match for my screaming alto. I was the best there was, and no man could claim otherwise. Do you smell that? Anyway, it was one night at the Saxon when... what is that smell? It seems to be getting worse. What were we talking about? The planets? Ah yes, Jupiter is an ass. There I said it, and you can tell him I said it. I...my god no... not after all these years... I escaped you once, I can do it again, I urk, ugh, cruaaaaaauuugh!

As Louis Armstrong played in the background, the old liar could not escape the truth of the nikinikikatungung. For no man can escape its awful truth, and the bejanzzling will be the worse for the wait. The smell subsides, the old man is dead, and the nikinikikatungung has struck again. Louis Armstrong fades into the night.

Burden of the Mind

It is a sad truth that sets me here today. I am unable to recognize the intents of others and bring myself to the reasoning that I am what I thing I am. I seek what anyone seeks, I want what anyone wants, but it seems that I am unable to accomplish these ends because of my lack of ability.
What brought me here today? Of this I am unsure, however, I do know that my being here has altered least not my perception of not only myself, but others that I could care less about, as well as those that I care most for. Drinking in these thoughts I realize that I am lost confused and most assuredly alone. Can anyone else understand my concerns, my doubts? I speak so surely of myself around others, but my thoughts betray me, if only to myself, then that is enough.
I can only hope that I endure the fate that I have laid for myself. The weight of my mind is to great to comprehend, yet it is that very weight in which I wish to increase, while that of my location wishes to decrease. Understandably I haven't given myself the opportunities to release that which lies dormant within, that is a shell that is to hard to break. Twenty eight years of solid defense from others has successfully isolated myself from everyone else, but it has had the unfortunate consequence of trapping me inside. So much so that I am unsure of what I truly am. This frightens me to no end.
Can I say that I truly regret my decisions however? I think that perhaps I cannot, for me to be any other way is simply to not be me, and that is the basic foundation that I have. But even if I have no regrets as to my decisions, that does not mean that I am happy with them. It is the unfortunate reality that most of us live with a deep and foreboding hatred of ourselves and everything that we are. We are unhappy. This is the destiny we have burdened ourselves with simply because we think to a degree that dissatisfies us.
Our humble upbringing has us questioning everything that we do. What is this? Why does this do that? Etc. ad infinitum. Were we that of other creatures that think less about everything and think only of living. Oh the life we could live of a simple beast. Is this still possible if we had no language. Could a child raised by wolves be happy? With no greater understanding that what the next meal involves. The burden of the mind is the fate of mankind, and we cannot avoid the responsibility of it's use in a manner that makes us more that our sum parts. Creatures of this world we may be with our bodies, but beings of infinite power we could be with our minds.

And the Beedrat Argues Thermodynamics

With the rustling of the bushes, the knippewhil sat ensconed by the mutterings of the beedrat. The knippewhil had been floloping, but was just floloped out when it came across the beedrat. As far as it could make out, the small indistinguishable creature was going on about science, namely something called thermodynamics. Unfortunatly for the knippewhil, this was something altogether unheard of.

Why can't these little creatures be happy with the simple things in life, like floloping, thought the knippewhil, but the beedrat would not be diswayed. For hours the young little beedrat sat there, with the knippewhil looking over its shoulder. Never once did the knippewhil notice that something was differant. Not until the beedrat dove for the bushes. What a funny reaction thought the knippewhil. Altogether to late to notice the soft sculptural sounds of Charles Mingus. The dreaded nikinikikatungung was already done bejanzzling the knippewhil before it realized what had happened.

The moral, never argue thermodynamics with a beedrat, while Charles Mingus plays in the background.

Whatever has to happen Mustn't

Woah, I forgot I had this thing. Then there it was, wasting away on the vestiges of the intrawebs. Wew, I guess I shouldn't my things languish like this. I'm sorry my little blog, I won't ignore you anymore, at least for the next week, after that is anybody's guess. So, onward to the point dear friends! I have decided to begin this again, with a certain series of mind craps that can be found lurking in the darker regions of my subbasementconscience. What I mean to say is, nothing drastic not with sandwiching, I will post stories and or observances again here, and there is not a damn thing that you can do about it. So you should sit down, relax, set your sanity aside, and fall in. For now I am going to say if you haven't been here before, read some of the older posts, they are entertaining, or so I thought, that is why I edited them.

Enjoy this rebirth!

plagiarized from the person living under my skin.