Grabbing at things.

Without better inspiration then a blank screen.

To dwell within the confines of constructs, dancing and weaving about like fools, while pretending the world endless for us; this is the enchantment of irrational wandering.

All too eager to forget that no matter what, the rules of life will apply to all.

Basic life history stories of man provide me with all I ever infer. It is all the delving I require. Sliding art and magic off the table, scoffing at the thought of gods and heavenly fulfillment, and burning the fiction novels to create better light for reading field guides.

What more would there ever be to know?

It could all be some function of opportunity costs. It could all be the thoughts and actions of the successful ancestors before me. I would never dare think any of my thoughts are new; I would never think anything I share is novel. Its comforting in its surrender.

Dancing and weaving about, these fools...

One day I would like to live in a tree house.

Of course, you knew that.

Because you do too.

What use is it to talk to anyone anymore? I let sentences burn away on my tongue, under the assumption that everyone has already heard or thought everything I am going to say. So only the absurd is let forth, because these are the only things I might think are new to most ears. On march the strange sentences.

And the fools will say things to each other that have been said before.

Is there a right combination for these things? Is there a set of sentences, when said in perfect order, with perfect inflection and tone, will cause the world to stop? There is. There must be.

But somethings shouldn't be thought, shouldn't analyzed, and shouldn't be understood. Only when you've realized you are naked do you need your clothes, and such innocence is lost with the meticulous scrutiny of life. Only after you realize how wonderful it was can you understand why it can never be the same.

So they are only fools because we know better, and we envy them for being fools, and the moment they truly understand why they are fools is when they are fools no longer, bitterly wishing to forget such knowledge.

The fashion of fashion

People walking around naked would surely have there own way of tucking their wieners to the side or folding labia in order to show the world they, surely, are a true individual. Then others would do it out of irony, then others would NOT do it to show how they don't need to.

I would just put a visor backwards and upside down on my scrotum, proving finally how cool that look really is.

and puka shells, those white shell necklaces, i would need one of those around my waist.

and then I would spray paint my legs blue, so everyone knew my jeans are the tightest. But i would mask off the visor beforehand, to keep it real.

Plus thats the only way to keep the "naked" title I abide by.