Just a waste of time... ⏰ A Liberating waste of time...
Lately...
Every time I sit down and feel the keys of this keyboard beneath my little finger pads——it always seems so...
Methodical... 😕
So...
⏰ Rushed...
So...
PLANNED... 😠
I don't want to do "planned" right now.
I just want to be FREE...
Free to tap shamelessly away at these keys. Without the anaconda grip of someone else's "Style Guide".
Free to write in one of my many voices. Not forced to imitate the voice of someone else.
Free to just be ME.
To open a portal in the inkwell behind the letters where I can meet someone like you. And to know there are at least a couple pairs of eyes to drink it in.
To reach out and feel the presence of the mind behind those eyes as it gropes and grabs onto my words and relates.
Somehow. Some way. With my need for liberation.
Right now:
I don't want to write about Instagram. I don't want to write another sales page. I don't want to write about digital marketing or entrepreneurship.
I don't want to write about SEO. I don't even really want to write emails, or homepages, or blog posts for businesses.
I'm not in the mood to write the next "Ultimate Guide to $@%!"
Nope.
Not.
Right.
Now.
Right now, I'm not rushed by a clock ⏰
I can let my thoughts grow wings and fly.
And find myself lifted so far off planet earth——so detached from my body——that someone might be tempted to sign the papers releasing me from life support.
And there I go again...
The astronaut...
The traveler...
The space-cadet.
Flying far...
Into the distance...
Maybe, it's art?
Maybe, it's expression?
Who really cares?
Right now...
I. Do. NOT.
The flight of thoughts in the head.
Oh... I know what you were doing with the bacon grease, Haha Ooooof! haha
Lol. Twiiissstteeedd. 🤮
Bitcoin!!! ;O)
Right? I was disgustingly brain-dead last night and couldn't seem to find a narrative. I was going somewhere.... Going somewhere... And off to lay in the bed with my wife before I got there... Lol.
P.S. I think she was dreaming about our friend in the pan... I heard here making funny Coo-ing noises in her sleep... Followed by a "KKkkksssss!!!" sound (like the sizzle) and an evil, mischievous, ADULTEROUS laugh... 😡
If thats her game then you will have to take the NUCLEAR option. Oh yes. No more bacon in your house. It will have to be Facon!
Or however you spell it, that awful vegan alternative to real pig meat
HAHAHAHAH!!! That's so funny. My wife actually eats all that fake meat (not the fake bacon though)...
...and I have to confess... she has me eating some too...
So does mine and so do I!!! But similarly, I haven't tried the bacon fakin whatever it is. That is a step too far... I mean what if I liked it!! Lol
Ayee... 🤔 That's a scary thought...