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Live Paradox

A journeyman’s ramblings: He is no everyman, but one who turns a carefully focused eye on the events of the madcap world around him. He aims to point out what others miss and draw attention to the patterns that exist amongst the chaos. 

Saturday, April 01, 2006

3:07 PM - Primary Premier Floundering Flibbertigibbet of the Fourth Monthy Demarcation
(First Fool of April)

Music: The Logical Song by Supertramp

Note, additional context information: Nonsense and/or wisdom inspired by writing posting rambling by former co-worker, Hatchling, friend Beth.

Tired sleepy drained squeezed I myself feel, dragging lugging heavy cumbersome bag of bones, muscles.

Sleep rest rejuvenation lacking insufficient. In complete. Connections faulty. Wires spark but no illumination exists sustained or lasting.

Quirky jumpy brain neurons firing blasting racing charging down along network roads pathways nerve highways.

Getting lost, misdirected.

Confusion, disorientated listing to a halt. Crashing, settling, surrendering, atrophying .

Blip!

Something unknown mysterious question mark sighted, but unglimpsed.

Zing! Zounds! Zoom!

Hope, possibility shimmers. Shinning, electric-blue coursing butterfly pulses, beckons in the darkness.

Flittering, diving, sailing, swooping through around between shadows and shades. Glittering twinkling trail of fairy dust footsteps trace a fiery trail.

Chasing, pursing, lungs huffing and heaving, ever in motion after elusive fleeting shooting star specter or spectre.

As progression made distance crossed traversed, black gaping swallowing chasm lightens. Grays. Becomes enlivened by blues, purples, reds, oranges, yellows, greens. Rainbow.

Everywhere ever-present cacophony of dancing flapping wings emerge, arrive, celebrate.

Gloom dark shroud left behind, abandoned and unwanted. Left for some blinded lost clueless unperceiving rambling – like once I was – to put one and descend drop plunge into self deception nothingness, dreamless dreams.

Such concerns worries troublings not mine, possess not.

I, me shall concentrate focus direct energy on reveling embracing sharing with looping happy, joyful electric sprites of wonder awe potential.

Bright, charged, kinetic we us all is be are.


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