Thursday, 20 September 2012

  • 100. hope etc

    It is Thursday and according to my Internet discipline, time for a post. It is possible to be addicted to nothing, to what is not, to expectations that will never be. We could call it hope. After a sentence or two, the brain freezes from fear of sharing what is. What is deep inside the head, a scream unexpressed...all these words to be understood...imma make music instead..it is true that music expresses what i wish to express with words but never will. Express yourself with the press. Use the press to impress the Empress of oppression. The Oppression of the Press does not impress me though i am pressured to use the press to print my oppression. Press your shirt with the hot iron as wrinkles are not wanted and seen as a deviation of the normal state.................I had a dream last night and was making a potage form the brains of some people i knew before. I was using a food blender to do so and mixed carrots, tomatoes etc. to go with it. The mixture was served as an entree to guests at a reception with a black olive on top "of the potage". The strange thing is that despite the monstrosity of it, it was delicious. Was i jealous of these people's brains so i unconsciously wanted to absorb their intelligences ?..I had a similar dream the other day but instead of sharing with guests, i frozed the potage in individual containers for later use. I am so grateful to these Internet communities such as this one so that bloggers such as myself can share their dreams and thoughts. Please share your dreams or thoughts if you so desire....

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