I called this girl just a few moments ago and the quirky mechanized voice of a droned operator comes on along to the sound of “boop” and explains the options I’m stuck with. Cutting me off midway through my witty message to the girl in Texas and provides the options for further continuation of where , when , and how I’d like this message to be destined for. With urgent delivery press 2 and as is I have no other choice but to cooperate with the terminator’s options . I’d like to press 1 or 3 and see where that gets me, or just cuss an insane amount of french and continue to grope myself to JFK’s “shot seen round the world” pictured plaque residing above the bathroom doorway. So I pressed 2 , clicked off and retried another chance at passing by the feminist machinery adequately named “boop” and hoped with wishing wit and cunning smirks to actually get a voice of a human “hi , how are you?”. Shaking my head side to side quickly rendering in my brain a quicker way to say “hey , call me back”.

However , tonight unlike most nights of the year , my brain wires are rushing and gushing with fluidity and witty compromises of gentle basic words producing Morse code bat-shit vernacular. My muse is full throttled with the gears of Indy 500 , racing miles per second to break the record of the most unbelievable inane (what’s another word for vocabulary,vernacular,speech,?) ah , catch phrases , guaranteed to make your eyes streak back and forth over a same sentence for a few minutes trying to find sense of what you just read. It’s OK , sometimes I myself reread the rewritten words on my screen countless times or about 500 times if one can count that far and sometimes I find sense in some of this after all. BUT ( not in reference to J-LO’S jelly jiggling derriere) , sometimes I wonder exactly what am I trying to hither forth the meaning of which that I am spouting about.

Sometimes like I said to myself tonight , I wish I had a tape recorder to save me time and finger laden injuries , to get my message out faster and easier so then of course I could take the time after my mind rest and go write the psychobabble bullshit in more clearer wording. Sorry to say but even that doesn’t work sometimes either because it’s just the way my mind ponders to be opposite of indifferent and yet completely sane and common as anyone Else’s. I thought a lot tonight about how many indifferent creatures of the human body and mind try to be different and indignant about the persona they try to convey for the reader/watcher and how they carefully try to express specifically what they think will make them the next something exacting to the definition of “WOW”. I myself included of course because I represent human emotion and the need or want or both to be of significance in some one’s mind and possibly maybe especially a stranger’s mind , thousands of miles away never having been seen by this stranger but still trying to make and break down their personal message personally to paint themselves of grandeur circumferences. I have no idea if that made any sense but tonight instead of editing and rewriting this , I’m just going with the flow and showing you (the exact one reading this right now) a glimpse of the inner workings of an intensely , nonsensical , mad roller coaster brain I was either born with or somehow somewhere developed with so few little of life’s ingredients of craziness and insanity. So just kick back and take the time for a few right now and just study your own educational perspective on this here piece and tell me bluntly , honestly , hatefully or lovingly the concept this presented to you upon opening said link.