Should have, could have, might have – but did not. I must smack myself in the face. The daydreaming I have plunged myself into with all the diving through the deepest depths… it is still going to continue.
This is the 21st century we are now experiencing at the forefront of conciousness. Yet I choose to submerge a bit further through the id and out the superego as I search through the shelves of my memory for those materials I need to put to good use, specifically.
At times it takes me to a particular point in my life when I do know absolutely what I want to write about, but the hand churns up something else. Which is quite astounding, because till now, I had expected the hand to obey the mind.
But now I shall shut my hand with orders of persecution and open my mind instead. My love for drama shall be a little more pronounced in all my studies and research. It is a personal attempt to bridge a conjuction between the subject of the Sciences and the Arts. That combined with the philosophies if the ancient Grecian fathers and the rich culture of the past… ooh la la; I could have almost orgasm.
But of course I do not.
Have you tried mixing vodka with a little berry juice? Or, perhaps, whisky? It is approximately similar, only that you put your drunken thoughts to print for all to read and ponder and laugh about.
The Masai warriors are stomping their sharply-carved spears onto the ground, their loincloths waving slightly in the hot, airy climate. Let the leprachauns dance along the rhythm with pretty little green shemrocks under their cute little feet.
Gah! Add a bit of rum; switch on the music. Come dance with me.