Ok, so this is my blog, and I don't know how to create categories, so the
absurd, get tossed into the blog-o-matic linearalization of my thoughts. Most
are significant (likely), some are Absurd ( surely), and others retain a buoyancy
akin to a flotsam and jetsam, but rarely travel in such tidy "Jeflotsam
pairs. Like peeing in a pod ( sorry, it's a funny joke in Japan).
The point being that mixed in with the good, is something else entirely, and
as someone(s) often said: "and now for something completely
different"
Now I know I am not the first person to say this, but
possibly I am the first person to say it today, and because it happens to be
somewhere between the beginning and end of night for at least some of us, I
feels this pressing sense of urgency to get these things said before either
someone else says them, or I run out of time in which to say them, and with
this winter chill, the pace at which I urgently put words to paper, or plastic
to plastic, or skin to plastic, may be somewhat slower than it might be in a more
or less favorable climate, but I can be certain of just one thing, and that one
thing would be the conviction I feel to convert this expanse of white paper
into an expanse of black and white paper.
And, should I be so fortunate as to be at least mildly coherent, it
stands to reason, that at least someone, myself included, may in fact take the
time to not only put these thoughts to paper, but to remove them as well. Now that was a well-deserved little
pause. I don’t expect that anyone else
took as much from that tiny round bit of guilty pleasure as I in fact did, but
as someone may well have once refrained from (and wisely so I suppose), if a
period divides a sequence of otherwise contiguous ramblings, and yet no one is
there to read it, did the periodical pause exist, or was it stripped clean of
it only true reason for being? And to a
lesser extent, the same could be said, of commas, I suppose. Unlike tower
spires, or little piles of rocks, including those that may float, and of course
those as well that don’t float, what could we say that would, in no uncertain
terms, or even in certain terms, take up such a ubiquitous presence within the sightlines
of our daily doings, and still, after testaments reaching to well about the
almost inconceivable measure of a million comma march, could things, while
possible having been slowed, now, as it were the second coming, coming,
interject with such diminutive, yet iron clad insistence that a pause, is not a
stop, while in fact a stop, especially is rather short, could assume the entirety
of punctuational fluidity. Glory seeking, narcissistic, greedy fucking period,
comma-wanna-be Period( and that was an intentionally denied, perfectly good
opportunity to implant that ubiquitous, yet devious, cognitive-disintermediative,
tiny round speck of nuisance, BUT, it was not to be, and thus :Denied ![ note
the superiority of the exclamation points bar, standing square upon the
undeserving, bottom-feeding, vermin of punctuation THE PERIOD])
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