In the Future

in the future,
when two people, on cell phones,
call each other at the same time
the telecom companies will understand what is happening.
And put the call through.
But you have to wait till the future.

Aaaaaannnd where back!

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BY POPULAR DEmand im blogging again!

Um......so I lost my brain just now. When I find it Ill get back to you. Here somes stuff.

Imagine space. Imagine the biggest thing you can imagine and make it a million times bigger. Imagine a million Earths all right next to each other. Imagine there are billions of identical galaxies with identical stars and identical planets and identical Earths and identical Yous. Where is the limit of your imagination?

This is bad bad stuff. This is the same old wall over and over again. Maybe Ive lost my imagination? Maybe its never coming back? Maybe its all this green stuff that is limiting me.

How can I know? There are a million billion variables involved in everything, but I want to know them all. Its impossible to. So why try? Yes, I am rambling. I am trying to put my thought patterns in type so I can identify the loop, then see where to get out of it. Like a song you have stuck in your head, but get stuck in a 30 second loop of it because the end seems to lead into the beginning. You’re not sure where the end and beginning are, and you don’t know where your messing up, but you just keep missing your exit, some subtlety you’re overlooking which will let you out of your loop. Happens with thoughts a lot.

So, since I don’t seem to be going anywhere, and since whenever I think too seriously about why I want to do something I end up sitting in place and sucking my thumb, I’ve reached an end point, or perhaps a turning point.

Maybe I am approaching being a perfect Daoist, since whenever I decide to do anything I realize it is silly. Anything that involves a decision is already silly. I eat because I must and seek shelter because I must. After all that stuff, all my urge is just wanton wanting and meaningless trifles. So I can sit in place and not move and even forget about drugs and stuff and just be at peace……

But why is peace a virtue? Why is movement bad and non-movement ideal? The universe urges movement with every single atom, vibrating and flying and aching to do stuff, get excited, get grounded, lose an electron, gain an electron, oxidize, balance, osmose, diffuse, MOVEMOVEMOVE….

Aaaaaannnd where back.

In other news. Life is smelly and nobody really listens to the Beatles anymore. Its sad.

So whats in it?

Its drifting, its drifting and it hits some crazy species and they analyze it. That’s it. Aliens

enjoying human culture when we’re all dust. So dust….

ANYWAYS

So how bout that wasn’t this a nice party listen we should really hang out sometime don’t forget your coat hehee yeah it’s a bit early but I gotta get to bed yeah, o looks like the cab is here, Okay better not make him wait eheh yeah, no problem, really I had a great time yeah….uh okay….yeah uh huh no problem. Okay. See you later.

Oh man did you hear that shit.

What were they talking about?

Eric you write like you talk!

Well I think like I write, and I write like I talk. So there it is!

Ugh

Delete is a good word.

Snooze is another good word.

Dragon. That ones nice. Makes you go RaughH a little bit. Like a Dragon goes.

And so my head is heavy.

I can’t write. It wont happen.

Okay

the wall disappears

I am only what is appearing on my screen

I cant think any faster than this.

I am limited by the speed of my fingers. I should learn to type. Why not?

Youll be doing it forever. Really the way you type is inefficient. Why does that mess you up. Doing things like necessities. Hey I got it that time. I guess I can visualize the word. See. Now I started visualizing.

So this is a stream of consciousness narrative. I am at my desk.

This is a record of most of the thoughts I am thinking of.

I can hear the sounds of birds and girls playing volleyball. I think.

Or just being Chinese.

The Dragon Pipe is to my left, caked ash inside.

I keep thinking about my electron fart that’s out there on the internet to just kinda linger amongst exabytes of data until the servers its on are long dust, until they’ve been corrupted by so many format transfers that they are no longer readable, but people don’t really mind that much, cause it’s the future.

See, add enough time and everything goes away. So what have we to hold on to?

That woody allen bit from Annie Hall is awesome…

10 yr old woody and his mom are at the psychologists office.

Mom "HE WONT DO HIS HOMEWORK!"

“Its all meaningless” - Woody

“But what does that have to do with YOU?!?!?!” – Woodys jewish mom

So yeah. cool!

Sorry for teh double spacing. Friggin Blogger. Formatting bugs should never happen ever.