robinbloke | (no subject)

It's hard to shut out the world when it's ringing your doorbell and knocking on your back, moments aside can be suddenly more valuable. But then why get away at all, the world isn't what it was before you were it's where you are now and now is the winter of our discontent, half the trick is to just forget the moment and live for the half second where the eye twitches and all tbat blinks is made in a past life before yte slice of pie crawls out over the spyglkass window of the memories, whatever the hell that means. Means testing aside. A better closest for the retreat is definately progressing, although the eight legged aliens are still encroaching occasionally, but openeration uberfan has adjusted the neccessity for access to the world outside and temperature permitting all should be able to be controlled. A fridge is the final step I suspect.
Ah reality, my one true nemesis. I understand what they were thinking about now and why even they had their own worlds, introspection is playing god. I create what I want and will away the rest of reality to nothing more than a distant door down an endless corridor. Make enough doors in that corridor and you can forget it all and walk endless steps to the places you can imagine or not.
This is why randomness is so precious, the fractal part of my mind is the bit I treasure most, the thoughts I can't control, the bits that spew utter dross, tripe and occasionally a small shining gem in the mud that can make me wonder what exactly I am to generate that.
Sometimes I think I'm just a biomechanical waiting room for these thoughts, taking tickets one after another until finally I look at the paper and there is a hole in it I fall through.
Blanking, blanking is another thing, I'm just beginning to understand this as a counter to the ramble and spew of intestinal gibberish that flows, flows when poked.
Moments made when they want are always more precious, but I can see now when they are close and call to them.