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What is all this? This?
I sometimes wonder if I would have to go back to the beginning to restart things and get some perspective. Now when I say back to the beginning, I really mean back to the beginning. Not just some 5 year old reading Fraggle books at Waldens in the mall or playing Dig Dug at Chuck E Cheese on a dollar's worth of tokens. I mean really back to the beginning, past the paleozoic and primordial stages of evolution. To the dawn of the universe, a ever needling throw in the deep chasm of entropy...tearing into the fabric of time itelf like a riding crop of ones and zeroes. And maybe skip a few stages you know? Trying to get back to the innocence and wonder of the 80's, but really rising on the architectural backbone of life itself...through civilizations and early man. Maybe the hunter gatherer stage in the Tundra through the restoration era, and back to a simpler time in America...when things were just the roaming planes of wheat and rifles and dillapitated barns in the midwest. I'm like a black woman in Gerogia braiding my daughter's hair after a hot Summer in the 50's...or sipping tea with the great mariners of ports out of a Chaucer book....or wiating in the thralls of trumpeted emporiums from a Marcus Arrellius scribe.
And then we get to the eve of the millennium, but not the new millennium...the one that sucked in 1999 and everyone thought was gonna be the ****. I mean the one in 999AD, where Im like a young kid riding with the tribesman of the ghost plains in the serengetti. And then I meet a fellow named Long Beard in the 17th century...then flash forward to the 21st century in a West African Munigi refugeee camp...where UN relief workers stumble across the rambling mad scribllings of a 17 century Indonesian pirate who had gone mad from scurvey and disentary on the high seas.
Then back to 1987, where a middle aged house wife is competing against professional wrestlers at a Texas state Boggle Tournament. Then we flash forward to the eve of the new millennium on December 31st 1999. And Im like this employee at a upscape Manhattan Pottery barn...about to usher in the new year. And somewhere in there is a orchestra ensomble broken down on the outskirts of Barstow California, plastic farm animals in an oddity museum, and the fractal remnants of what was and is to be. Ack, but I forgot the part about roaming around in a Tunisian desert. And somehow Disneyland fits into this family outting gone awry...but by now Ive lost my trian of thought but its getting late.
And Im thinking about a simpler time in my life, in 1983 with a baptism of psychotropic strobe lights in a Southern California Chuck E Cheese.
I sometimes wonder if I would have to go back to the beginning to restart things and get some perspective. Now when I say back to the beginning, I really mean back to the beginning. Not just some 5 year old reading Fraggle books at Waldens in the mall or playing Dig Dug at Chuck E Cheese on a dollar's worth of tokens. I mean really back to the beginning, past the paleozoic and primordial stages of evolution. To the dawn of the universe, a ever needling throw in the deep chasm of entropy...tearing into the fabric of time itelf like a riding crop of ones and zeroes. And maybe skip a few stages you know? Trying to get back to the innocence and wonder of the 80's, but really rising on the architectural backbone of life itself...through civilizations and early man. Maybe the hunter gatherer stage in the Tundra through the restoration era, and back to a simpler time in America...when things were just the roaming planes of wheat and rifles and dillapitated barns in the midwest. I'm like a black woman in Gerogia braiding my daughter's hair after a hot Summer in the 50's...or sipping tea with the great mariners of ports out of a Chaucer book....or wiating in the thralls of trumpeted emporiums from a Marcus Arrellius scribe.
And then we get to the eve of the millennium, but not the new millennium...the one that sucked in 1999 and everyone thought was gonna be the ****. I mean the one in 999AD, where Im like a young kid riding with the tribesman of the ghost plains in the serengetti. And then I meet a fellow named Long Beard in the 17th century...then flash forward to the 21st century in a West African Munigi refugeee camp...where UN relief workers stumble across the rambling mad scribllings of a 17 century Indonesian pirate who had gone mad from scurvey and disentary on the high seas.
Then back to 1987, where a middle aged house wife is competing against professional wrestlers at a Texas state Boggle Tournament. Then we flash forward to the eve of the new millennium on December 31st 1999. And Im like this employee at a upscape Manhattan Pottery barn...about to usher in the new year. And somewhere in there is a orchestra ensomble broken down on the outskirts of Barstow California, plastic farm animals in an oddity museum, and the fractal remnants of what was and is to be. Ack, but I forgot the part about roaming around in a Tunisian desert. And somehow Disneyland fits into this family outting gone awry...but by now Ive lost my trian of thought but its getting late.
And Im thinking about a simpler time in my life, in 1983 with a baptism of psychotropic strobe lights in a Southern California Chuck E Cheese.
