I think I'll let my fingers go for a minute. Now is the spring and the poisoned birds singing in the park let us know that they're all ready for death or nesting. My phone refuses to ring any more. There isn't any time anymore.
I work hard for the money I earn and it all eventually goes down the tubes of either my throat or what was. What was takes more than my throat takes, but experiencing mice as a snake takes more brainpower. Caffeinated and happy about it are the things all people must understand.
I'm incredibly happy to have a sometime purpose, feeding the what was tubes. It's not the same as before, when I had an overarching one, but it's good enough for now. Seeing accomplishment overtaking failure is a pleasant, even powerful thing. The zombie apocalypse is on everyone's mind. Everyone is preparing, everyone thinks they know the right thing first or last or whatever.
I don't know about zombies, and I don't know about the reality of catastrophic overturn of things during my lifetime. I think the thing of it is is that most people around me are my age, young, in my boat, in debt and it's easier to think of some nice big catastrophe and surviving that than it is to think about the long manhours of work one must do to feed the tubes of what was and the tubes in your throat. It's always easier to dream than to do. More fun too. It's nice to think of onesself as a zombie-killing hero than to think of onesself as a pancake slinger or a burger flipper or an staple officer or a runner arounder no matter what it is you do. It's hard to get through no matter what it is you're doing. Hard, but not impossible.
Sometimes I get the feeling that the best way for me to be is in motion. I love being in motion, but getting started is the hardest thing of all. It's so easy to forget that I love to be in motion. It's so easy to forget that I love to be going around and along and aboard and in.
Ah, prepositions.

I started this blog with the sole idea in mind: Fair is foul, foul is fair. The idea that things are not usually what they seem to be. But, with a little attention given, I've learned that things are exactly what they seem to be, it's a matter of discovering and understanding them.