stuck in a rut of perpetual ridiculousness,....

have you been watching days of (2) gladiator competitions??
well, i have,.this passion on display like conductors & language & white poles of porcelain denial-

did you see that Brazilian lion deny a Portuguese cheetah?

have you forgotten my tale of days of yore?




what are your writings, thoughts, words, readings, stories or correspondence shaping up like today? have i convinced you of our little secret yet?

if you find your auto stuck in a ditch, what do you do that you can't translate into human emotions? if you're not stuck in a little retention ditch at one point or another - of what do you strive for? are you simply a walking boob? (kook)

have all your strings already been tied up for you by - hhmm, what do the young, modern folks call it these days,...?

a sugar daddy?

well from my (pirate) understanding & sensibilities, what becomes when your stinky, worthless, rotten tooth falls out? who then to hoist your ships glorious mast into an easterly wind? have you not now deemed yourself a total enduring clown?

& abide with me here for only a second longer: those ceaseless tides will remain! - able to asphyxiate like a bed side pillow over an unsuspecting housewife after certain external affairs - & you'll be pounded on the shore - your remains scattered like debris from an epic battle of the wills - like thousands of broken shells to pierce unsuspecting feet - won't you then be relegated to your fates, (?) that of a single water-logged plank, partially in flames from a ragging battle, floating aimlessly in the salty sea of regret,...

these thoughts shared are only a few of the many things that you could possibly contemplate on a rainy day with quite possibly an album of music on as accompaniment as your backdrop.