Every blog must start some place and I guess this is where this one will start. I just hope that this blog eventually finds direction. Going around and around is OK for now. It's sort of learning to ride a bike in a circular parking lot, but I am hopeful that this bike will eventually take me to wonderful unexplored placed of the human or perhaps unhuman mind.
What is a mind anyhow other than a plate full of jello with a little salt sprinkled on top. Is this what you want to here, a mind gallivanting around cyberspace without direction and objectivity, just a random collection of words with a few punctuations thrown in to avoid the monotony of it all.
What is a mind anyhow other than a plate full of jello with a little salt sprinkled on top. Is this what you want to here, a mind gallivanting around cyberspace without direction and objectivity, just a random collection of words with a few punctuations thrown in to avoid the monotony of it all.
Is communication just an overrated art?
Does anybody really communicate?
Does anyone ever listen?
Are we no less than a flock of Kaydids screeching at the nigh?
Wouldn't it be nice just to have one nice screech that someone hears?
John Boy
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