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June 5th 2008 15:15
Dear Orble
I am writing this letter as it is presently 1.04 AM, and I have yet to work up sufficient motivation to sleep. Why? Goodness knows. OR perhaps I do. Let's blame Zappa shall we? Yes, even as I type I can hear him and his freak possie play "The Return of the Son of the Monster Magnet." This in itself is not so powerful a force, but it was to my misfortune that I read also the liner notes, so filled with revulsion towards the monotony of modern society, I was infused with desire for action! To what action? I'm not so sure. Logic subtly implies to me my compulsion to jump on my bike, head down to the train station and draw with chalk is not terribly good, but my gut (Zappa, you bastard) is indicating otherwise. And writing! Damn, curse it. Zappa has managed to climb into my keyboard, mix himself with Hunter S Thompson (who already takes over my speech when enhanced with Vodka) and has be writing out this Stream of Consciousness type piffle. Just think... or don't. Haha.
A calling! is the issue. I have a calling. I have not FOUND a calling as such, as that would indicate that I really know what I want or intend to do. But nope. I just sit here, bloggity blog. Does anyone read my posts? Wait no. Precariously close to bitter narcissism there. Dammit
I am writing this letter as it is presently 1.04 AM, and I have yet to work up sufficient motivation to sleep. Why? Goodness knows. OR perhaps I do. Let's blame Zappa shall we? Yes, even as I type I can hear him and his freak possie play "The Return of the Son of the Monster Magnet." This in itself is not so powerful a force, but it was to my misfortune that I read also the liner notes, so filled with revulsion towards the monotony of modern society, I was infused with desire for action! To what action? I'm not so sure. Logic subtly implies to me my compulsion to jump on my bike, head down to the train station and draw with chalk is not terribly good, but my gut (Zappa, you bastard) is indicating otherwise. And writing! Damn, curse it. Zappa has managed to climb into my keyboard, mix himself with Hunter S Thompson (who already takes over my speech when enhanced with Vodka) and has be writing out this Stream of Consciousness type piffle. Just think... or don't. Haha.
A calling! is the issue. I have a calling. I have not FOUND a calling as such, as that would indicate that I really know what I want or intend to do. But nope. I just sit here, bloggity blog. Does anyone read my posts? Wait no. Precariously close to bitter narcissism there. Dammit
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