Monday, August 8, 2011
In the mood for nonsense
So much to say, where to begin, and so little that is actually neccessary to say, and so many judgements on what takes priority in collecting thoughts to speak about. And by the time I've collected a culmination of these carefully placed syllables of sound, I find I have all but abandoned the instinctual flow of organically unfolding verbage that so beautifully adornes the self-concious-less heros in my world. I must think less, or maybe just less about my process of thinking. Maybe I should take up painting about speaking rather than writing about talking, it might make listening to my thinking more beautiful and less confusing.