coffee…the nectar of hyperactivity…

coffee morning squirrel

Coffee is an excuse.  Coffee is a fuel.  Coffee would blow my heart up faster than a Kardashian marriage.  It may be a bit of a cliche but again, cliches are cliches because they’re true. My heart when I’m chilled beats approximately 280 times.  A normal human heart does about 75 a minute.  If I were to splash some dark morning nectar onto that 280, it could easily double.  If that were to double, the first thing that would happen is I would hear my heart beating faster and louder.  It would be as if John Bonham were using my chest as a bass drum.  Then, I’d really have a freak out.  I’d be seeing things that weren’t there.  I’d be talking fast, making no sense…it would be scary to say the least.

I remember one time I caught a whiff of Frank’s coffee breath.  Then next thing I remember I was in a pine tree holding onto a spool of thread and a french fry talking to a teddy bear.  Granted, Frank takes his coffee black so I probably got a stronger hit that if I were to smell Lezley’s coffee breath…which has cream, caramel, chocolate and some sort of nut involved.

I don’t touch the stuff.  I’m allergic to breaking the sound barrier.

unfulfilled and the hokey pokey fallacy…

unfulfilled and the hokey pokey fallacy

Hi, my name is Bob and I am unfulfilled.

(This is where you say Hi Bob.)

The Hokey Pokey is something that promises a lot, but delivers very little.  I keep doing the dance over and over and over and still I am no more closer to enlightenment than I was before the music starts.   And it just keeps getting faster and faster.  It’s like the song and dance wants you to get somewhere, either internally or externally… But when the music stops… that’s what it’s all about.  Leading you to something that isn’t there.   Just more emptiness… and silence.

Is THAT what it’s all about?  If so, that really stinks.

backwards as a lifestyle

backwards

Maybe, I’m going backwards now and don’t even know it…

When the Apollo astronauts were on their way to the moon, they had to constantly check where they were in space.  Using navigation optics, they determined their position relative to certain stars.  This calculation was done over and over, to make sure they didn’t collide with anything they shouldn’t have collided with… and… to make sure they were going the right way.  It let them know how far they’ve gone, and how much further they had to go.  Walking on the moon was small potatoes… they had to get there first.

Knowing where you want to go is important.  Checking where you are though… that’s even more important.

knowledge is powder… i mean, power

knowledge is powder

Why would you not want to know something?  Why would knowledge be so bad?  Probably because the truth is too true and not knowing is better than true.

For the most part, not knowing isn’t cool.  It may be construed as cool, funny, quaint, eclectic and a few other adjectives that I don’t have the inclination to look up in the thesaurus, but it isn’t.

Yes, I’m grumpy… I’m going to try it out to see if it ultimately makes me more popular.  Let me know how I’m doing.

a Valentine moment…

valentine moment

I’m not a fan of Valentines and Valentine’s Day.

I can look up the history of the day, but I know why it REALLY exists.  It exists because you don’t have a real selling holiday between Christmas and Easter….enter Valentine’s day.  That chocolate has to move somehow… those roses have to be cut for a reason, right?

If you love and are in love with whoever you’re with, EVERY SINGLE DAY is Valentine’s day.  I personally do not have such a partner, but I can see what Frank and Lezley have.  There are days where they are monkey stomping on each others last nerve…but no matter what, they love each other.

Storybook love is great for storybooks… it’s short, passionate and instant.

Real love means remembering to buy toilet paper and dish soap.  Real love is seeing that your pajamas are washed and folded waiting for you to hop in them.  Real love is getting an unexpected turkey sandwich for lunch.  Real love is brushing the snow off of her car when you know she hates doing that.  Real love is cleaning the litter boxes when you know he’s too tired to do it.  Love is something that should start out a spark and burn hot and huge no matter how heavy or light the wind and rain is.

Love is candy and roses too…but those things last a day, love is forever.

If I am ever lucky enough to find one-tenth of the love those two have for each other… wow.  Just wow.

a new art movement…

a new art movement

I thought it was the right time to launch this new art movement.  I really shouldn’t call it a movement really… because if I called it that then it would imply that I actually wanted to move.  I don’t want to move.

Honestly, I really don’t want to move.

Maybe I should call it an art stationary.  An art static?  Any suggestions?

mixing nuts…

mixing nuts

Mixed nuts… on the outside, those two words going together bring thoughts of late night card games, parties you didn’t want to go to in the first place and a snack out of a can.  Then again, maybe they don’t bring thoughts like that.  Not all nuts are good enough to be considered for the mix.  It has to be able to stand on its own in order to make it to the show.  If all its going to do is take on the characteristics of a stronger neighbor, you might as well put tofu in it.

If a nut wants to make it to the show, it needs to be a show all on its own.  If you can’t do that… well, you should consider a career in cookie ingredients.  I’m just saying.

depth of perception…

depth perception

If I wanted any depth, I’d think about scuba diving.  If I wanted depth, I’d go watch Lucy dig a hole in the backyard… or in the snow in the backyard.  Sometimes going deep is a bad thing… you lose sight of where you came from… or even forget completely why you’re where you are in the first place.  But none of THAT matters either… because living in the NOW is meaningless… because as soon as now is now it’s already later.  I don’t make these rules up ladies and jellyfish… I just interpret and misrepresent and hope that I don’t fall and crack a tooth along the way.

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