timelines

2003-09-29, 10:08 a.m.

i wake up and time slides smoothly like socks on linoleum (the cards are in my favor). i never held a hand, but now they are all face cards, i am trying to remain stoic, dont bet your whole winnings (but you never had any winnings to begin with).

rubbing my eyes, trying to think of the dream that would keep me awake, or the bits of dreamland; swirling cream into the coffee of a thousand mountains, they are hazy and marbled with affection. its the writing that suffers when you cant remember dreams, because your mind is occupied with the hair and the eyes of someone else, someone that does care for you too. the words kind of... fall onto the screen, sometimes completely out of order, and sometimes completely from sources outside of your head.

why do we occupy the thoughts of consumer cards and electric bills (i say we occupy them because it is totally unclear whom is actually being bothered) and we have an ever shortened timeline on earth? is it necessary to life? do monkeys think about the state of the monkey union when they sit in circles and pick lice from each others hair? is there an alligator in florida who is wondering if her child will be successful when he reaches the 'real world'? or is it so asinine that only humans order such ideas to complicate their days, we could simply be the strained version of life (the more self righteous believe quite the contrary, we are the only ones with a concept of time and space, and a soul!), tunnel vision is almost inescapeable.