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Monday May 16, 05
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10:03 AM - Undue Jabber
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So unless I decide not to, I'll be wayfaring Jackson and perhaps even Birmingham by later this week, which is - to put it bluntly - padded cell worthy, baby! Oh yeah it's true, I'm flying blind and solo through the jungle of flippin' bonkers! Just a few cages short of a monkey farm I am, but rest assured my little darlings, I'm almost there!
Presently amid a rather unsettling entanglement of emotions regarding this trip, and to be honest with you a muddled mess such as I shouldn't really be going out anywhere - let alone Mississippi - without a helmet on, and the strange thing is, I haven't the slightest clue as to what's wrong with me. See, I've never felt so strange about travelling, ever. But I do know what I must do, I think.
So long as I remember that I've no control over anything other than now, I should be alright. Truly, realizing that the future is nothing more than a mind projection and that later is always - in reality - now, should ultimately help ground me in my thinking. So with that said, I shant worry my loathsome little head for one second longer. Whatever happens will happen for whatever reason. I must let go. After all, mind projections are unbridled babble and they really shouldn't be taken too seriously at all, right? Right. Plunk! You cats are too much!
Regardless, I had to vent over it all one last time before skipping my way out the door, and now I have. Done.
On a seperate note, I'm a hyper-sensitive gargoyle!
Blow me kisses,
Sullen
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PS -- I really like your style of writing. It flows very nicely.