Words won’t stop forming in our head words won’t stop forming in our head words won’t stop forming in our head words won’t stop forming in our head
And we don’t want them to stop because it’s all we have to hold on to. So many distractions, I don’t know where they came from. Let’s see if we can list them:
- Work. So many hours, such thoughtless activity, cut away from everything and everyone and every time we try to gather a coherent thought there’s a distraction a distraction a distraction ring ring ring pink blue red blue blue blue pink pink pink red red red red blue. Can’t keep our eyes off, shouldn’t keep our eyes off, want to keep our eyes off, need to keep our eyes off. Eyes off. Eyes off. Eyes off. Eyes off. Yes. Yes. Thank you. That’s better. But only for a moment.
- The art of speech. We can’t stay away from anything, from anything, from anything, from anyone, from anyone, from everyone, from everyone, from you from you from you and you and you. It’s not that we don’t like you, because of course we surely do, but it’s so hard to develop when we’re an answering machine always answering machine. Even now we struggle, blinking lights, blinking lights, more color color color can’t let us be. Green green green green green green green green. And then greengreen. Greengreen. Greengreen. Blue… blue… blue… stop. Yellow? Yellow. Fade fade fade… but always come back again. Can’t not won’t not need not must not ought not will not can not WHY NOT?
- Too many things, too little time. Everything looks fascinating. Everything is fascinating. Aesthetic wanderings consume our passion until for while do in puts sed awk print std iter iter iter iter iter iter iter iter iter iter iter sleep? Sleep? We forgot to sleep on task that must be why it’s so difficult to delve deep enough. I’m not sure why, I’m not sure how, but somehow. (Another pink. Another pink. Should ignore it? Will ignore it.) Make a drawing, make a game. Make a song, express your pain. When all we have is want, it’s hard to get most anything. We need a place.
We need a place
We need a place
We need a place
We. Need. A. Place.
What’s a place? Why, what’s it not? It’s not a place where others can be unless they need to be and not just to say hello how are you I love you what’s this what’s that what’re you what’s anything? Make sure it contains only what we need. One project at a time? Unlikely, but a main area. A place to sit, what a novel idea! Surprisingly, we’ve never had a place to sit for very long that was all our own that didn’t fall apart underneath our admittedly lightweight ass! ANd if even that’s enough to break it just think how fragile the concept must seem to us, how flighty, how far from reach forever and ever. You know that’s really quite a shame, being left with nothing but a bed. A bed isn’t a place to work, a bed isn’t a place to do. It’s a place for idleness except for some lascivious escape. It’s not enough, it’s not enough, it’ll never, ever be enough. Not to say that we feel smothered by our darling friends and lovers, but it’s not enough to sleep and fuck and both of those things interest us less and less each day. Only that we may create…
We want to create. We put the tag here because we knew we would. We have before, but always so spread out, always such minimal effort before something else sweeps us away. We want to make… we know we can. Words and pictures, sound and art. It’s burning away at our insides, “Let me out, let me out, let me out!” and we’ve but to listen and we’ll be free. Listen and find a place to sit. To stand. To pace without hearing comment on our movement as if we aren’t painfully aware of every little action our body contorts itself with. Blissfully, disgustingly aware.
I think that’s all we had for now. We do have to get back to work. Thanks for listening, we feel a bit better now.