Generally speaking I don't do stream of conciousness. It's not usually all that fun to read. But it is fun to write when you just want to get something out. I haven't written anything for a while, and since I'm so busy I have a lot that builds up in my head. So, here goes:
First a Haiku though.
If I put my pen
tip down onto the paper
something will come out.
A dog bark. A leaf blows past the window. The wind rushes.
Half cleaned decorations littering corners of the room.
Automobiles taking countless people places they shouldn't be. They don't need to be. Or do they? Is the world a better place for their existence? I'd like to think so. Somehow it would verify and make my existence more meaningful.
Auto parts store just around the corner. Car breaks down, go fix it. Ich bin nicht so mude. Ich bin froh. Aber mein kopf sind sehr full. I guess i just need a little breadk. Thank you, paper and pen, for letting me spill my brains for a moment.
Anything. Pavement and tires. Burning rubber some call it. Someplace in Africa the countries have boundaries. I bet the land really isn't these colors we see on the map.
