tweet logic

when the tweet you tweeted yesterday does not show up until tomorrow, why bother tweeting today?

who invented the 12 ounce can, anyway?

i mean...

i don't even feel that refreshed chill in my throat until the 13th ounce...

fake lip

when did the soap opera replace real life and did you notice how much fake lip is in this world lately?...

momentary

i have no idea where i've been, except that i think i was here a minute ago... or was i here... narf...

the year without review

until a moment ago, there was not even a single entry for this year in this babbling brevity blog... b-b-b-but, there may be dozens someday, which would make this entry less prominent and more poignant, perhaps... who's to decide, anyway?

could be coincidence

or it could be the 27ths were meaningful date for babbling brevity in 2009... i mean are, or will be, even... yeah, could be coincidence too...

depressed

how can anyone possible be depressed in so few words... i mean, dead silence, that's depressed... and a thousand words of convoluted reasoning feeding fears and doubts and ridiculous irrationalities, that's depressed... but a hundred words (or less?)... how could this possibly be?... philosphically, this could only be un-depression, obviously...

tv

when i realize that that i often spend more time flipping through channels looking for something i want to watch on tv than actually watching anything on tv, i remember why i do not watch much tv...

at least not alone :)

consistency

if i came here every day and wrote something meaningful, something profound, or even just something that i wanted to share, innocuous, personal, general, specific, serious, irreverence, nonsense, or whatever...

would it matter in the end if you missed an entry?

the answer to why

there was nothing to do but continue because I was alive... some continue to live, some continue to die, some continue to survive... some look for answers in the wind, some look for answers where they've been, some look for answers in another time... I care to share and share to care because that leads me to feeling sublime... and while waiting for you, I play in rhyme...