Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Birds, Blizzards, Breezes and the Baldie

Here we go. Go! Go! Go!

This is just getting crazy. I need to jam the brakes and let myself fly out the windshield. Feel my skull hit the glass. Feel the glass shatter and leave some shards in my head. Somersault over to the tar. Land painfully slow on the rest of the damage. And just lie there in an odd sense of shock.

Yup, sounds just about right to me.

I think the mind fucking needs to stop. The constant connections needs to be cut by half so that connections don't become numb. So it doesn't become old. So that connections actually mean connections. Mek to that! It's been an odd couple of days and I expect it will continue to be an odd couple of weeks/months/years/lives. It won't even stop at reincarnation. That's how strong it is. So vague I am tonight. But I seriously don't feel like detailing.

And once again... Here we go. Go! Go! Go!

::me:: at 08:35