vague

Trouble is what it is. I think that. Like, once there was this guy who thought a lot was going right for him. Like, once that guy was moving in the right kind of direction, and moving in the right kind of direction made sense to him because he had himself access to this sort of inner wayfinder.

And he felt good about the inner wayfinder. It jazzed him up, and kept him moving and thinking all was okay and right with everything and, sure, he was going and moving and yes.

This all makes sense. Don't deny it. I know you are there claiming—at least internally or inside your head or two your spouse/partner—that this seems vague and, Hey Writer! Why all the sudden so vague?

All the sudden is what sticks with me. Like you and I have this longer-ish term relationship. It's not real, this longer-ish term relationship you think we're having. Not at all real. You are engaging with me and because I am a written series of words on a page, you are adding me to all the other written series's of words on pages that you have seen recently and also over the years. We are all rolling up together into a big ball in your mind that you are rolling around and around.

So, having all the way dispensed with that wierd whatever it is that is going on in your weird whatever head, I'll get back to my thing that I was saying before.

Wait. What was I saying before?

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HBDKB.

Treedance

UPDATE:

Now available from Gene Morgan's Twitter Feed Press is "What 'Twas Done Us In, See" by me. Free to download. Enjoy.

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New Bright Stupid Confetti post is up. Christopher always manages to find something—or two somethings, or three somethings, or many somethings—that drop my jaw.

He featured my brother recently, too.

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I like me some trees sometimes. I wrote about a Moon tree a while ago.

a tree dancing from happycobrabooks on Vimeo.

Sometimes I'm just outside and I'm looking around, and it's the evening, and I see that a tree has started dancing. I'm not sure what music a tree listens to when it is dancing. I'm not sure if trees produce their own music, or if they have some sort of source that they tap in to. Like, with their roots? Is there music under the grass? Is that why grass exists, as a sort of baffling, so the music doesn't overwhelm all of us above the earth? Is that it?

Is that the point of grass?

I've always wondered what was the point of grass. And now I think I know.

Anyway, trees and the music that exists beneath the grass. Are the moles making it? Are the ants making it? Are the worms making it? Is that why the music is there?

I'm just not sure.

I'll think about it. And then maybe blog.