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Wednesday, April 7, 2004



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I seem to be back to my crazy old self again. That is apparent by the nonsensical title of this post. I don't know what it means, It sounded good at the time. Maybe I'll use it as a name for one of those stories I'm always typing up for no reason. It's interesting how a day or two can change one's perspective on things. Oh well, I've never been the sentimental type so it's time to move on to less thought provoking subject matter(I do so hate to think for long periods of time, makes me look smart, and I don't want that).

I've been considering whether or not I should attempt to post one of my stories here again. I'm still leary of doing that with how well my last one was received(The sarcasm should be apparent). Anyway, I'm working on a short story at the moment for myself primarily, but may post it here at some point. I'd need to test the waters first to see if there's an interest in such things before I waste that much time and effort again. Don't go looking for the attempt I'm talking about, I've taken down that material permanently.

Now that the important stuff is out of the way, onward to the desert wasteland which is my mind. Watch that first step, it's a killer.

A slight chill graces the air, mirroring the rich blue of the lazy sky overhead as the sun peaks up over the horizon below. Thin veils of white drift along, sailing toward an unknown future off in the distance. Green stretches out across the land far out of reach underneath, and just on the edge where land meets sky is a thin jagged silvery gray line of mountains stretching as far in both directions as any eyes could see. The gentle touch of a morning breeze teases the landscape below with it's cooling sigh. rippling the greens in various waves rolling from one end of the horizon to the other and beyond. The soft, billowy, white fluff beneath my feet holds me suspended high in the air, looking down on a world that is mostly oblivious to its own beauty. The sight of a sparkling lake is wonderous from the heights, adding a magical touch to a splendid morning.

I get stuff like that going on in my head almost constantly. I see things in dreams, when I'm listening to songs, even when I'm typing up these posts some crazy mental picture will just pop into my head. If I could draw them as well as I see them, I'd be happy happy.

Anyway, comment on my mental picture, and share one of your own. I was imagining what it would be like to live on a cloud(my mind is scary sometimes)

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