I'D HAVE THOUGHT that I would have known better, given the ways and means behind the eyes that gleam. The seduction of the bottled innocent, hops and sugar, capped and labeled. The lassitude that lingers long after the contents are drained. Spectrally engaging and void of responsibility--if you can stand it, you can have it and more. As long as the cash lasts or the credit clears.

LEGS GOING TO SLEEP as I type but thirty minutes isn't long to write and lay out even a little bird like this one so I'd better stay busy or face dissolution. I followed a dream across half a continent because it used to drive me crazy. Now it leaves me complacent, raking it in. How do you regain the edge once dulled? Is it meant to be but a moment, a shove that propels you to a position of security and safety? Does all that matters desert you when it's gotten you to the point where you don't need it anymore? What if you're wrong?

WHITE LIGHT/WHITE HEAT on earphones late at night/early in the morning. Attractions result in bizarre permutations and peculiar surprises. Why is it so easy to settle for the lesser challenge, or the non-challenge? Shouldn't challenge itself be desirous? Or is that only for the lucky few?

SHE'S HALF A CONTINENT AWAY and I'm not even sure how much I care about that one, unlike another.

DORMER WINDOWS let light in on such topics but leave open for speculation the role of inquiry. If truth can always be revealed through happenstance what is the point of the dialectic?

TIC-TAC-TOE one-two-three ay-bee-see. Gone beyond kosh into loserville. Grind grind noise noise. You can slice it open all the quicker with a tool. What remains when you remove sense of purpose? Can you drain a soul of such a sense, and do the others increase in response to its lack? How easy is it to ask pointless questions, if everything is relative?

WITH NO FRAME OF REFERENCE how can anything have value? More particularly, what does it therefore mean when someone claims that one thing is superior to another? Do they lie, are they mistaken, or are they not thinking? How difficult is it to apply every belief one holds to one's every thought process?

WHERE IS THE RULEBOOK?

STUFFING PEAS INTO A POD...enforcing conformity on that which cannot be forced. "Mushy Peas" are a side order in British fish and chip shops, the result of countless surrenders among the masses of green surface tensions. How easy is it to apply no beliefs at all to one's every thought process?