It seems to me that, although I am very young still, I do have a tendancy to think very sluggishly. Trickling through the cracks of time, I find myself looking backward: Once, Twice, Thrice. Is that a complete thought I see back there from yesterday?
My brother having left home for a voyage Far Away has kept me thinking in more sporatic bursts of vigor, leaving me open to new ideas, but still lacking creativity home-wise.
Thoughts scramble around each other in my tiny head: Will Him eat all the Dark Chocolate Dreams (chocolate peanut butter)? Why didn't I buy five jars instead of one (chocolate peanut butter)? Where DID all these books come from anyway? And - Why do I still have them in my possession (the books)?
How is it that in this simple mind-frame I become less and less opinionated and more increasingly TENSE. Watching my demeanor should notify even the stranger: I'M THINKING - TAKE A NUMBER. This can't possibly be healthy for me nor for Them (my public, that is).
Punctuation relocates all over my thought-process leaving me confused? Why is there a question mark there! Who. Did. This. Anyway.
You may find good reason in such babblish thoughts, yet I am left editing Yesterday's Script. Hello? Please leave a message - I am thinking.
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