I look casual and sound formal. That's my thing. It throws people off, I think. I like it.
Life is that momentum, kicked off a long time ago. When you rest, you rest in peace. You could find the right elements and put them together in the right order, but the energy is lost. The blood is not moving. The signals have been dropped. You could, were you good, build a very nice corpse. Life moves. There a whole lot of shakin' goin' on.
I don't know what to tell you about this random, spray-pattern style I've adopted. Once in a blue moon I actually think of something to say, but this blog has got me feeling like I should just number my thoughts for efficiency. "Today I am thinking about thought number 45," I could say. "Ah yes, that," you guys would think. I've said it all before. "Today I was reflecting on 69." You would all know what I mean.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
