parked noon and this is nonsense
was it noon
was it three
who am i today
par course
i tread in sneep waters
no i just disturbed, was distrubed by that
crowd
i waded in the beach just fine
i got a hair cut
it didn't matter
the cops were different

it's like i'm telling a story but leaving all the nitty grittys out- put the hoof down right top of it and be there for a while- i'm just trouting nonsense and string ring tinging along in my head.what kind of way to right is that. now i'm making descisions

it's like running that you have to think about- it's tiresome, excersise- the connections are maybe taking longer- more cells a part of it, more energy- a real workout for your brain to try and create something- maybe that's part of why we (me?) don't do it, why i would tell myself i was writing poetry (am i?) while i was really just spewing whateverr would happen to land on the page (63tre;k_). i remember actually writing that story about mrs mamera and that relationship- it left me emotionally taxed at the end of it, even anne noticed that i was flushed see i almost sad blushing, well, I had that and then i realized flushed was more technically accurate- i mean, i very well may have been blushing, but all anne observed, well shoot maybe she did observe that I was blushing, I mean, i would call her observant

i had to poop at work it was somewhat loose- i've been loose as of late- i have a suspiscion that i may have picked something up from countryside- maybe even c-diff which is supposed to be given isolation treatment...

i wass singing a lot, well some, at work today- they don't seem to mind, and may find it somewhat entertaining- it's always just songs that pop in my head and just a few riffs, like "radio active, radio active"