Meh,
A lot of times, talking crazy is really just to be talking.
You get bored with the straight up , normal talking,, so ….. talkin crazy is more fun. It just is.
Almost like “what can you make it?”
Make it scary? Make it stupid? Make it sad? Make it angry?
there’s nowhere for imagination as a grownup , nowhere to put it.
So you make a place, just for you.
I don’t feel guilty for talking. Or shame or any of that externally applied junk, and I actually think more people should type.
Fuck it man, throw it out there.
If I feel like it’s ruined , I dunno,, kind of a bummer.
Like, the opposite of a safe place.
Talk like I imagine a catholic confesses to a priest , talk like they bout to gas you, talk like you’re negotiating a peace treaty, talk like you just got shot but then used it for street cred and created a platinum selling album, talk like the firing squad just put a cigarette in your mouth, talk like you’re trying to distract someone while your buddy is robing them, talk like you’re battling wits with the murder police, talking like you got a mouth full of taffy.
Catch letters, if you can.
Can calculating correlations conceivably course correct?Have herds heard of such a thing? Spammy , spammy as fuck, catch the bounce annnnd, little hurdle, hop hop, bigger hurdle,, slide, launch,,,, stick the mother fuckin landing.
Step back…..
None of that took any thought,
The most time I spend on any typing is around 3 minutes.
Try not to think, shoot from the hip, keep your eye on the bartender.
ANd that’s the fun part.
None of the other things I do, none of the whatevers.
The fun part is the click clack of the keys…
Yay!
I’m going to approach work with a different mindset tomorrow, I’m going to keep my mouth shut.
Too cushy of a gig…
Yeah yeah, i know i know i know,
Whatever,
Dont care,
dawn 