So it would appear as I have been suffering some form of mental laryngitis these past few months. Perhaps, or perhaps I’ve been suffering through yet another debilitating round of self-absorbed… Lost in my own head. Hit the eject button NOW or forever loose myself… I’m definitely not going to start this back up again to bore myself with tired old tirades on this so called predicament. I here, so there, move on.
Have you ever wished you could go back in time; knowing all you know… blah blah blah. Of course you have! Actually, I’d be willing to bet it’s a common theme in of those 15 minute out of every half hour that your mind wanders down the corridor, out the door and into that place we go when we’re just so bored of work we can’t bloody well take it anymore.
Careful what you wish for!
Back in time is where I am now. Thrown back onto the streets I got tired of looking at years and years ago… Back to Yonge Street, back to Parkdale, back to Little Italy… flat on my back. What to make of this; all I can say really is, FUCK I am glad winter is over and done with.
Let springs dreams turn into plans, and plans into action. As I ramble on into this first shot, I’ll let my mind wander about a bit. It really was all just a bunch of rambling moments anyhow. Rambling jumbled thoughts squirted out into words that we rolled around until they balled up into some vaguely coherent pitter patter. On occasion, this pitter patter had a nice ring to it… a tempo.
Perhaps starting with the staccato herks and jerks of poorly played improvisational jazz beats… nope, just a monkey pecking at the keys… desperately searching for the one that used to trigger the banana door… Perhaps I’m just trying to teach these fingers to tap dance again. Perhaps I’m trying to hard.
Careful what you wish for indeed!
I’m not finished yet. Not finished in the least. We have a long way to go and a huge pile of unfinished dreams to conquer. There are roads and paths we’ve never even imagined we’d walk down, AND there are places we’ve yet to rest our heads upon. I’m NOT finished yet! I have embarrassed myself; I’ve stood on my hands and spoken through the crack in my ass… I’ve walked backwards and bumped into folks whose names I have long ago forgotten and I have woken up in the ditch with my pants on backwards; but I am not finished yet.
Here we go again… another fine mess to be sorted, picked over and placed on these pages. To long a break… There are things needing to be said, projects to complete… Here we go again. You haven’t heard the last of me.
