He Set his wallpaper as
a picture of the same corner his computer is set up in, where he sits.
Taken in bad light.
Remembering the structure of language within the reaches of conscious memory,
he finds spark to stay sharp,
as if being told to.
He views the screen and see’s a user interface for
the game of Life [an unreasonably annoying name].
but now he can pay attention to himself,
at least a little bit closer to how well he can pay attention to others.
A method for keeping shit together?
is it worth the routine?
"It ain’t stupid if it works"
they remain under liimits
ah well. it’s all madness anyway
Life is a Fantasy
In whatever way you most enjoy your fantasies, carry your Life through such pathways of consideration, and Observe it. Analyze yourself with this moment of enlightenment, and find a path forward that which is undeniably the right path, if any such certainty can be found.
Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes
I got some Taco Bell tonight. you know, one of those nights where you’re out socializing [to say the least] and on your way home, you stop at the good ol’ Taco Bell for grub before crashing for the night.
I got Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes, and They forgot the fork!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but alas, the Local Thai Restaurant Mekong Thai bestowed upon me [recently] a plastic fork and spoon [Chop sticks too!].
We are saved.
Curse, or Terms of Service?
I have a constant need to organize "all that I have" routinely to sustain my sanity.
This can be as literal as words go, or [it] can be used as a task for any conceptual horde along the micro scale. [Macro scale would probably be more along the lines of infinity]
So, here I am re-organizing my bedroom once again.