PACKRAT BLOG

What does a pack-rat's blog look like? Are there those who pack information away into blogs, pack it away for safety, or for non consumption, or rather it is info which has little use as food What does a pack-rat who writes look like versus a pack-rat who packs away all their material objects. maybe the lack of efficiency of material investment is the only cause for their seeming disability and dysfunction

RIPE BANANA

This is the end of the thinking that no one has a voice. even your voice in your own head will grow larger. grow your voice, ripen it the right way, through positivity. Ripe bananas growing on a tree, they will fall, but when they do, delicious and the peel is thrown away and maybe stays on your table for a while before it does but delicious, and nutrious and one can always tell, if one looks, fruits which have pesticide on the outside what is smart? it is an evolution, what you're ready for you will hear everything else, you will only hear as a baby will hear and everyone should expect no less than this from you to remember that all are on a different plain is important, a different place where they exist exists and you may too visit this place or perhaps have, you know when you have i suppose somewhere in your gut and now hibernate

MAY HEY NO WAY DAY

he walks out into barain afghanistan what had he heard about this place, almost nothing as he entered the city, dogs walked the streets, he wept as he tried to tell himself it wasnt happening. A german man walked out of a store as he passed the gates of the city in some german he didnt understand it was dark and dreary it transformed into the brilliant lackluster of electric strings and bam rock and roll and london, the days are just as cloudy as the electricity of indoor concert shows people dance and theres no break in rhythm just go go go and he leads the show believe it or not none of them end up knowing what to do how does a story unravel to be something that is subconscious and not so face value, i dont want to hear the voice of someone else, just the voice of my own voice my own voice is the most beautiful i want to find the right trajectory for my own expression dark corridors, and elastic bends, i have a chance down in these docks where no one else can go dark grey and the water is right nearby, in love with a feeling and i can give you what you seak, treasures and surfaced here above the beautiful salty ocean, which gives a slight rush towards the rocks theres a very odd dew man, by the stairs, where is he looking, i will protect you, beautiful girl with roses on your cheeks and warm breaths of air english scottish and irishman, the banded few from a place that is covered in moss and dark skies whiskey scotch with light blue traces of gold wheat the fun comes here from running in and out of the symbolism and what is sentence and what is not, this is not a new idea, but one which is very innaccessible