Jelly Fish

You touch it, it quivers, and you abandon your intent. . .

Now, does a jelly fish know it's a fish? Is it self aware? To be self aware, to science, is to be knowing the consequence of an action you make. To me, it is to see the need for improvement in ones self, to see imperfection is to be self aware. To be aware that you exist. It is a major breakthrough in psychological process to cross this boundary. To exceed this, is to be beyond ones self. Now, if one is beyond itself does it know of itself? And if not is it really self aware? The answer is that to be at an end is to really be at the beginning. But knowing this, has the new beginning gained you any ground?

I should join a psychology class

Bleak House

"White Hot Iron,
Cold Black Iron,
Iron Taiste,
Iron Smell,
Hard Clanging Iron Sound."

-Charles Dickens

7 in 2

Oh I want comments on my previous post.

7, Seven tonight is a number appropriate becasue I've had seven cups of Coffee in under two hours. I feel . . .interesting. A little sick and a little good at the same time. I feel slightly more sexy and a littler more open. Interesting!!!!!!!

Hands like ice

She’s so cold,

Her hands are cold
Her heart is cold
Her thoughts are warm and exclusive
But full of hurt

Her hands are cold
Her eyes are warmth
The voice as clear as ice
Her work like diamonds
Her heart like stone

Her face is warm
Her eyes sing shut
Her mind is closed
Cold, hard and solitary

Her hands are cold and she freezes my heart with her eyes and her voice, truth and hurt. An unyielding glacial wall of solitude riddled by sparks of hope and care.

Mic

Oh Microphone, how I speak to thee and how you listen. You never ask questions and you never talk back unless i want to hear what I said. Oh Microphone

Oi

Well I'm here and no one else is and I won't be here for much longer. I'll have to leave and be gone for a set amount of time till I'll be back in action once again fighting crime for ther good af all mankind. It's a good idea is it not? Come to my house . . .

Egg tipping day

oh

oh . . .
The white cat past,
and the black cat sighed,
and the white cat said "oh blimey,"
and the black cat said " It's your own old fault you shouldn't stand behind me."

I can't

I cannot sleep
I cannot dream
When I cannot dream I cannot write
When I cannot write I cannot draw
It's not worth my breath to speak, there is no one to listen
No one can hear
And no one can see that I cannot sleep.


My mind is troubled beyond all good measure tonight. I came home from a wedding exhausted and am more awake not then I was at noon. Noon was 15 hours ago. With a terrible movie in the background I'll type what I can. I have little inspiration and great doubt in my mind. The day's events went all well until I got home and it all goes down hill from there. But, yes there is a but, I don't know how far downhill I've rolled. I am left unsure and in unrest and so I can't sleep.