I don’t often sit around wondering what I could have been, that shit is as pointless as a stringless violin…unless the strings were removed to be tied around a throat and I am a murderer about as much as I’m the goat. I used to get in my head and make love to the dread, anxiety and fear but when I realized that shit was not only not helping but yanking me backwards again into a belting I decided that most of my thoughts needed a furnace and smelting and smelting is exactly what I have done….I hired a police force of one. Yep, I am the cop and I have only one stop and that is anything I’m about to think or I thought.
Yes, it is true that I monitor everything coming through, it was hard at first to do because I did not realize how many thoughts can accrue in the space of just a minute or two. It really is amazing when intentionally sitting to review these thoughts which are and were never even close to a few.
When I started I had no idea how to do it, I only knew it had to be done because the things I would think especially of myself were as dangerous in their dimension as in mine, a loaded gun. That was half-metaphor and half not, my thoughts are all half-breeds stewing in some decarbolyzed pot that I intend to transform into a bear that is gummy cause there are few things better than weed that tastes yummy.
I digress, cause that’s what I do. I digress because I have been limited to beliefs inserted into my head when I was like two. Because of my own life I do tend to observe when parents say words that were better in reserve.
Attention spans suck they’ve become much too short so let me get to the point of this fucking report.
WORDS ARE THINGS AND BY “THINGS” I MEAN WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION….OR INSTRUMENTS OF CREATION (which most definitely can be beautiful) BUT IF YOU’RE CREATING DESTRUCTION WITH YOUR CHORDS AND YOUR TONGUE THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP STOP TALKING TO ANYONE….especially your own kids.