asorted

My head buzz with a fuzz in a tired daze.
I loaded up on chocalate during lunch. I suppose it wasn't the best idea but it felt good.
I dreamt of monsters the other night. I was shot in the back, again.
This pass weekend, the busiest weekend of all. running around the back hills with a camera, its great!
The weekend here was perfect. on the side though, has high winds and snow fall. this morning there was about three inch of snow in my yard.
Friday the wealther in LA was nice. but the drive was long, in-and-out. hmmm burrr-gerrrrs!-!
Pasadena has really pretty ladies. ("I once was pretty, not the monsters you now see")
I wonder if really had anything to say .... I know I wanted to write something. just anything really. now they're goin to bump a more aches in my lap. I just going to gripe about it and I have no one to bich to. I can't wait to get it over with. ASAP. I need some sleep.
Hondo drove back to Hollywood to return the rentals with Kumen. I should have give a list thing to get from the flimtool store. but I needed money. I didn't have any at the time.
I still have My reason of doing things and not. Its not complicated. I just have strange logic or even simple logic wrapped with anti-humor.
Anti-humor, a good way to find out who has low-brow humor or has a wry way of looking at things that are not funny.

nonsense

there was nothing to say long before saying any at all. is it not true nothing is said but obvious encounters. Nothing real was said for fear of other thoughts. weakness daunt the soul ambitions to create and distroy.
I can no more of think of the past. it is gone out my hands and the future is coming in by the barrel loads drown my heart with hope of a new life.
eyes watch me . not the ones in my head but the one in the hills to the stars. I move with care like a chess piece. but deep wtihin life is fleeting from the fire. only flickers and ambers scatch at the darkness. the balance powers of lust for life and death of life kick and tear at each other. balance. matter and anti-matter. yin and yang.

no one no more

it's hell sitting and watching student dick around the class room. not one will listen any more. th room is a buzz of chatter and laughter.
my head aches form just sitting and staring around at what the kids are doing. many days have passed. I watch them sit and do their work on occasion. hell I do nothing but watch and keep things on time. in time what is there to do?