The conspiracy began in the twisting sentence intercourse as babble, bedlam, and discourse blew their tunes anew; the confusion of clarity and calamity came to the crossroads, and the fork filleted the fiasco into cantankerous parts: the chaos and the mind. This mind bled some meanings (sifted fine) from chaotic abyss; meanings settled in layers as the mind flowed across them, each mote balanced in its unique space. When the mind's eye awoke to see, the fleeting river's torment beat and the cresting wave caught the now-tumultuous order in a graceful washing: a blessing - a genuflection - of orchestral breath in the mind seen by the mind's eye.
And there's some sound poetry/free writing/mind diarrhea to digest. Maybe I'll have something more sensible to write once my mind isn't so fuzzy from this sickness I'm getting over.
Plans for the weekend? Help Ludmilla with her phone/computer/media problems, and then maybe a hangout with Caitlin?
NEXT WEEK:
5am: church.
7am: 1.5-2 hours running, 40 minutes heavy lifting free weights
blah to blah: touch up some story ideas
sometime: eat something like a human being.
sometime: flesh out the game development document and the First implementation of The Idea (yes, those caps are NOT accidental, kids: WE BE GETTIN' SERIOUS UP IN HEYUH).
Oh, yeah. And job search. Blah! Engage sleep mode!
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