Hall Of Mirror Glades

I am constantly thinking about things that fade away immediately. I had an idea for a book that was a documentation of every single thought I had in the course of a day, a detailed and complete depiction of every single thing I saw, considered, smelled, felt, realized, wondered, etc. in the course of 24 hours. It's fully impossible, not to mention less than captivating, but the idea is interesting. Imagine every possible path you could walk down or every millionth-of-a-second thought that could be an idea or could change your whole life so much depending on how it lands. Bad first impressions, tainted water supplies, off kilter ache in left knee, haircut anxiety, unfinished dream, memory about spring six years ago, sexual fantasy fragment 1 of 4 billion, what rhymes with bloodstream, melody topping the charts of that instant and gone for good in the future that's already gone.

Thoughts that are sticking involve so many half-done projects, a violent and interested reaction to new popular albums, Kanye West's fucked up new one mostly. I have some new songs, but I wanted to wait until there were a few together, as the themes are starting to blend and blur. Michelle was visiting this weekend and we entertained the kitten adoption booth at a pet store for about twenty seconds. The kitty locked eyes with me and communicated a look of fierce meowser stern-ness, almost as if he began a freestyle cautioning me to be real with my emotions and not even step if I wasn't ready for all the joy and pain, the sunshine and the rain.