theallconsumingvagina

the paint begins to splatter the wall
2004-06-07 14:15:11 (UTC)

5

five minutes to fill this space with justifiable nonsense.
five minutes to transfer what's occuring in my head onto
this page.

when i think of how many thoughts i have during the 24
hours, 60 x 24 minutes, 60 squared x 24 seconds- in the day-
when i think of the sheer volume of thought that
transpires (4 minutes- egads, 3 minutes-) and the ratio of
meaningful thought to pure rubbish, space filling pablum-
it makes me a little sad. i'd like to rid my brain of some
of the chit chat that transpires (2 minutes), reconcentrate
my efforts on important things- on politics, on religion.
on the timeless, not the personal. but so much circles
around the personal- figuring out Who you are, What you
hold valuable...and getting nowhere regardless of all the
time spent (oh fuck, one minute....) on the task. time is
the enemy- it races me, pacing me to force out this thick,
bloody placental phrases- PUSH, PUSH, birth these thoughts,
thrust them into the sunlight of a new day, onto the
blackness, the chiaroscuro of this page-

time's up.




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