Listening

I swear to god when I mean to say iv really only listened… listened to it ok… there are just so many keys that this could involve in order to make it legible and reading worthy. So here goes, it can sometimes be taken for granted the fact that a mere sound can be turned inside and out and made to be understood so uniquely, differently and clearly too- whatever this comes down to or is of the consequence actually is not that relevant. Daringly we all believe that what we have is different to someone else’s. When there is so much open space and so little time to breath, no wonder we crave the intense inhalation of something so artificial, it would kill a cow?! But if were always looking forward to the time of nothingness, no responsibilities and deadlines to meet, then we will never realize when that strike of contentment has come (and to loose out on that would be such an unrecognized opportunity!) For this fact alone everyone should recommend a present pill, one that doesn’t slow you but makes time go much more quickly you know…. Because it doesn’t exist. So as everybody rises, reacts, reaches and retires to bed again, here we are in an ever perpetuating spiral, one that does not get away… you have to work and earn hard rewards to merit timelessness you know… or we could just invent it?! Too just see that place that we all access, its rather large, extensive and cruel but to learn to use it to your advantage and master its inhabitants as a whole, is quite admirable. How do we keep them entertained and in ore you know, it got to be essentially different too. Something can easily be fundamentally good and inherently bad, this is not regarding anything remotely sad… think about clothing for instance, your perfume your obsessions, your identity. ¨Waste not, want not¨, could essentially have inferences that could tear love apart, in the manner of realizing what you’ve got, and fucking it! Literally, if there were that many people in the world looking at you, always noticing what your up to, then I swear to god that you would never get anything done… don’t think too hard and just let consciousness begin, it s a truly wonderful thing… I think… well so I’ve been told, but sometimes simply being in another’s daydream is the best (I believe I go there on a Monday night time actually). Its so, just so, and that goes for the flow of things too… shit, if I really was to caught up in that I would never have any fun, the practability would be out to overpower. As it is one can see that there is none I would rather be… not even a princess actually… TO SPARK INFINATE INTEREST one has to work on such a compilation over and over, it most likely will never be perfect… but then again that would just be boring. Uninspiring I would rather say… the former is too hurtful actually. Anywise I vacuum pack it here and we all carry on as we begin… I promise this all makes sense, okay maybe not all dictionaringly but strikingly it does. I suggest I could explain it to you too if you really needed me to. Google it, let me just see the utter and commiserating relevance of all this is, honestly go ahead and ask what… thinks??! No there is a gracious side to take of the bed you know, take the other for your other and be over the moon.