Thursday, June 09, 2005
Charm of Frogs
There is a charm of frogs in a circle outside my window, they peeped as I slept and I hope they did the same for Sloth outside Sloth's log. The chirping peep sound is repetitive and extrusional of the calm that is derisively shattered during the course of a normal day in the city. It is hot. The people yap around you. Duties are expected of you that you dread. You go home to numb your tattered remains with pills, drink, ice or what have you. Then, if you are lucky, slumber descends and glues you back together. The early morning can feel passable, even lovely, but by late morning you are ready to maim or be maimed. You are ready to defend yourself from attacks of large mutant baby strains. It is terrifying to be you and to be amongst others. The best is to forget yourself entirely in strange ritualistic behaviors like aligning, licking, broadcasting, targeting, squishing or panhandling. There are many behaviors that have the capacity to delete yourself from yourself and enable delight. Please tell me if I am missing any, if there are any I should know about that I do not already know about.