less activity = less sleep

but that is not good for the head or the body... so i am currently meeting with myself and the others who often occupy the head i know as mine in this life to discuss the recent years of vegetative suicidal choices (like eating the typical national diet, for one) and hopefully in a non-specific amount of linear time i shall emerge from the deliberations with a new drug attitude and determination to actualize myself, instead of coalescing with the status quo around me...

maybe a flight of fancy out to the west coast would help...

but for the moment, between headaches and body stiffness from poor diet and lack of exercise (and age?... no, we shall not accept any concept of oldness or giving up on the anything is possible philosophy today... ok, that's good), i shall observe the conference call between my ears and hope for the best...

or to say it a slightly other way:

ok, so i found a few rhymes rolling out today, between TV distractions (Precious wanted to watch American Idol) and talking to this body that is being quite distracting of late, what with the hamstring and bloatedness and in the past twenty four or so hours, adjusting to a dietary change of eliminating processed sugar and fat crap and starting to eat healthier food which is usually accompanied by a lingering frontal lobe headache (and tonight is no exception)… hopefully i will maintain discipline and move through this initial stage to the change of habit stage and maintain it for a few months in spite of the unhealthy influences around me (near and far)… anyway, the rhymes, like the videos and other thoughts that grow on the branches off the tree of madness (see right sidebar) will find their way out on the web somewhere when i find time and motivation to figure out where they belong…

well that was a little different, anyway...

inter-cranial round tables almost always emit rhyming particles, it's basic bio-chemical-physics as far as i am concerned... i should listen to my own music now and then… most of all, i must stop waiting for someone else to come along to lead me back to where i belong... almost nobody cares that much (and it's rare to meet an almost nobody, especially in real time in real life offline)... so even though i do not particularly want to do it all by myself all over again (haven't we been in this loop a few times in this blog alone?... stupid is as stupid does... but i am an innocent man, and it's not just a song... amazing, isn't it?... so many layers, levels, statues without limitations... all spiced with self-mockery, naturally, of course, ya know... who could ever connect to them all... no less it... yeah, that magical mystical it, not IT, or even it, but simply it... and the boy asked, "all of it?" and the other spoke, "no need to say all of it, for it is all..." and i wander off into the conversation no one is part of outside of my mind, so excuse me whilst i close this parentheses and continue the blog entry without me)...

i wish you peace, i wish you love
i wish you dreams that you dream of
i wish you time to live and share
i wish you someone there to care
someone who knows you through and through
someone who gives the same to you
someone who creates the ultimate two
someone who makes all your dreams come true

even if it's almost nobody who can, i hope you find your almost nobody... soon :)