Bird's Brains

Me and Me and Not Me

Hello out there.

Are you out there?

In here?

Where is this exactly?

Where does this world where we talk to each other in esoteric ways and relive old fantasies of language and verbism exist?

So what's news?

Living life in the big city is sometimes like living in a fish bowl if you had the memory of a fish and each time you passed the same castle you were shocked by the fact that there was a castle there.  "Oh my gosh, a castle!!  Hey guys did you know...guys???  Where did you go?  Oh my gosh a castle!!"

I keep seeing the same people over and over again in different forms.  A new version of the "short barrista".  A more colorful "Lady with a Stroller and two kids". A louder "Crazy man with Hat and muffs"

And yet its eerily different.

The same day over and over again with slight changes.

New Colors.

Different sounds.

Me and Me and Not Me.

 

Stopping to start

Life moves pretty fast.  If you don't stop every once in a while and smell the flowers you are gonna forget what the flowers smell like and then where will you be, standing there wondering where your sense of flower smell went and life is going to keep passing you by as you stand there.  Stop standing around wondering where things went and go out and live some of that life that is passing you by.  Look, there goes a skydiving excursion to the galapagos.  And over there...a giant sea turtle giving birth.  How often do you see that.  Don't just stand there, get out there and join in.  And while you at it keep yourself occupied with the things you are supposed to be doing while you are trying to find the birth-giving sea-turtle, like paying taxes and you phone bill, cooking dinner and making love and cleaning the bathroom and wiping up after your kids and flossing and weeding your email and scrubbing your pores and spreading jam on your toes and feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, healing the sick, slowing the fast, preening the hedges, whipping the cream, doodling the margins, do do doing the dah dah dah, cleaning the soap, battening the hatches, shivering the timbers, forsaking pete, wishing me love oh wishing well.  And don't forget to stop every once in a while and smell the flowers or you might forget what you were doing in the first place.  Kind of like now.

This is what life is like sometimes. A ping pong match with Forrest Gump and a cuisinart painting.

What is the sound of one hand waving.

Just thought I'd ask. See if anyone knew. Didn't think so but you never know.
Like where the wind is coming from. You think you might know but then again...
Unless of course it's coming from a relative. Then I'm pretty sure you know. They always like to make sure you know, you know. Or maybe they like to pass it of as yours. Sometimes they play those games. But hey, they are family. You can't pick your family now can you? Well you can if you think about your extended family. You can pick who you want to get married to. And into which family you want to get married into. Assuming that they pick you as well. Which, hopefully they will. If your a good person. Which I think you are. So back so my original statement. Which was... I asked you something didn't I? Damn. Summer has my head in a spin. That and not really knowing what's in store for the future. You know how it is, right? Just let me know if you know what I'm talking about. Cause at this point...
Cheers and thanks for listening.

Rehearse

And rehearse. And rehearse. Until somebody gets it right.
Then rehearse till more than one person gets it right.
Then let the audience decide.

These are the thoughts of Today.

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and then

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But also

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where?

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I see.

Armando amour

Hello. I am Armando amour. Some people call me armndo amour. I am writing to you this day to solicit you aid in my endeavor of gaining fame and fortune through means of this interweb technology. I feel it is my duty to tell you I am handsome and well liked by my brothers and uncle. And respected by my aunt chuchi. Please remit to me any and all correspondence concerning fame and fortune you think relevant to my stature and bearing.
Thank you in advance for your love and support.
Armando amour.

Sitting, standing, thinking.

Here I sit. On the train again. And where are you? When will we meet again? Which place will favor us with chance? How much time will we pass? Where do you want us to go? Do you even know? Such richness in life exists. Can you feel it? Will you ever know it? Can you find life in the little moments? It's there. Step back one day and look for it.
Much love and thanks for listening.

What's new?

Well hello there. What's happening in your world?
I've now been introduced to the wonderful world of phone blogging. How exciting. Trying to type out my deepest thoughts on a really small keyboard is kind of awkward. Like that word, awkward. Hard to type and your never sure if it is spelled right. I've also come to realize how big my thumbs are. One thumb can cover most of the keys on this thing. Often your just typing by instinct. Good thing I took all those typing lessons when I was young. Thanks dad.
It must be hard for people who don't know how to type to use one of these itty-bitty qwerty keyboards.
Anywho let's chat soon.
Much love and thanks for listening.

What just happened?

What happened to your worldview?
    How often does it change?
        Does it depend on what you read?
            How much of what you read is real?
                   How much of what you read do you trust?
                        How much of your world involves other people?
                            How many people can change your world?
                                How many worlds do you want to people?
                                    What happened to your peopleview?
                                        What is happening?