lookin' so prim
Hmmmm remember that whole 75% theory of mine. More and more its feeling like 20%... hell maybe 2% is better. I think people fear the word marketing. They'll mention ever word but marketing to convey marketing. Its like marketing is a no no. We don't do marketing we do x, y, z, you mean marketing right? nO we don't we mean x, y, z.... Funky, feelink funk today. Like the gloom kind not the beat kind. I feel like the explorer that discovered new lands only to have my discoveries ripped from my hands from the kings i serve. That probably more down than it needs to be but the feelings the same.
Lately a growing disconnect has been occuring. Like a wave of water dividing me more and more. The disconnect is bad really. Maybe its me, maybe its this project, maybe its the weather, maybe it my wardrobe, may be its my car, maybe its my time, maybe its me, maybe is my other me.. maybe its them, maybe its how they treat me, maybe its how they dont treat me, maybe its focus, maybe its no focus, maybe its maybe just all skewed outa focus. Maybe I just need a little music.
- Insert Tunes.
- Insert Lunch.
drock309: so i said to her baby its all me girl ya know its all me..
Ka11ese: and she said baby that's what I'm afraid of
drock309: and then she leapt over the counter and hit me with a
Ka11ese: vintage bead-crochet purse that she flung over her wrist every day, lookin' so prim
Ka11ese: and as she walked out the front door, he thought 'damn she's beautiful'.
Indeed he did.. indeed he did.
The time was 2:58pm, lextant time of 10am, always more work to be done. I had lunch, little greek in me and it was good. I thought about music, no i thought about fiction, no i thought now, yesterday, today and tomorrow. What was I to do, where was I to go what was achieved today. I knew where I was but where to go that was the question. Was I wallowing in what had come before, what I still learning on what was to be, I stood up and took notice, hell i took a sign, a page of histroy, a doorstop stamp in reality, we had things to do people to see at least that's what I thought.
It was hot outside 80s, always 80... i had just finished my kona carmel and barleys bitter stout ice cream, it was good, tasty, beer like even, the north market was good to me again. I thought Troy what would Achillies do right now, would he take another bite from the gods or would be settle for the moment or was his doom about to be revealed. And what of Gabreille, the Right Hand of God, Van Helsing, did his memory come back what of the frayer can really do the nasty is that ok or is it just monks that cant and what of the thing that guy that man Frankensteeeen, where does he go on that little raft, that little raft to no-wheres-ville.
Kim is looking.