The idea...

I've had this idea today. Something constant, to keep me on track. Or at least on time, with some singular objective.

Along with this idea I've got this feeling that there isn't a good way to describe what I want to do, because it may not seem important, or even make sense, to anyone else. That's too bad. I'm going to do it anyway.

First I've got to figure out some organization, an order in which to place my year. Oh yes, a year. That's the Second thing, how long I plan this out for. It's such a round, even division of time to encompass this adventure.

Third, I'll have to decide when to start, and it shouldn't be on anyone's birthday.

It will get me writing regularly though, which is the real goal here.

Yes. To write.

Preferably, to write every day.

Soon.

what...what did you say?

ability...
            memory.
     fascination.
                    ==>completion...
                                                reality.

we are thought processes.
                 and dreams, linked
                                     ...tied together.

Twenty-Three Hundred Years

...
is a very long time.
and still,
it was worth it.

the future is now a place to look forward to
patiently, and anticipate enjoying.
Oh love...
what a feeling you are.

Duplication

I often feel as though I say something,
or write something,
and later realize it's meaning
--or at least some part of it--
applies to two people,
sometimes more,
though always
very different people.

But it doesn't matter.
I still mean it.

Meant it.
.
.
.
Relationships are so strange.

almost real thought.

I HAVE TOLD YOU ONCE.
So have I not told you a thousand times?
And a thousand more, every click-FLASH.
Every...thought...

click.
 

click.











flash.









I'm not trying to find you
or wait for you, or ask
any more questions.

All I want is clarity.

I love you,
you know.

Ohh, yes.

Ohh, no.

You didn't, but I did.
Also I'd really like to get
some more of this delicious beer,
with that mysterious money I found
in the door of my car yesterday.

Rarely do I ever have anything
important to say, but I do love
a good apron. With large
front pockets, of course.
Of course.

And now, I can't really say what I want to say,
becasue the things I need to say are completely
opposite one another.
Well, that is the way it is sometimes.
Maybe another beer, and I'll think it over.

Jot down a few notes.

See you.