Sometimes the words just don’t come. But I know, that if I just sit here, listen to my music, and inhale, some sweet rem·i·nis·cence will unfold. It is strange to think that girls have a flower in their pants. Guys have snakes in their pockets too.
I guess when I was the craziest the last time I went crazy, which if you get to know me, is just a little too often. I recognized the importance of consonance and assonances of words, and how, the origin of these words have different implications to different cultures who read them. The same word can have a different meaning. Even the letters can be symbolic. Words have roots to different mobs.
Words really are just like little spells that we cast. They charm or bewitch the person who reads them. And perhaps I feel like a dark sorcerer who doesn’t want to play with magic anymore. Maybe I’ve grown bored of magic. Maybe I can’t control my magic and hurt people with it. Maybe I think that if I don’t use it, it will make me more powerful. Maybe I don’t want to enchant my ex-witch. Maybe I don’t believe in magic anymore.
I was thinking, just now in the shower, playing hackysack, there are two kinds of poor spending. The first kind is spending your money foolishly – buying too much too often. And then there is spending you money on foolish things. I fall into the category of spending my money foolishly. Perhaps I write foolishly too. I do not fall into the category of buying foolish things. But I spend a little too often, and my goal is, when I spend, let it buy something meaningful, even if it is just flowers.
Ben Bonkoske 