stream of thought... as usual.

[scottobear]

I feel like writing something profound and poetic:

Pretty peas
Floating in a soup
Bette Davis eyes
Bette likes to boop

Blowing in the wind
Like a helium cow
This poem is weak
So I shall end it now.

Poetry was never one of my strong points...but then, neither was square dancing.

I ask myself, "Is it a sin to be flexible when the boat comes in?" Then I sit around for five minutes and ponder the question. Then I answer: "Ummmm... I don't think so." Then I wander away in a daze, wondering why nonsensical Depeche Mode lyrics are dripping out of my mind.

I'm going to clear my mind before I write any more.

*pauses and performs some yoga*

I hope I'm doing it right. I've never had formal yoga lessons.

*I sit cross-legged with my eyes closed, staring at an imagined white spot behind my skull about three inches directly above the bridge of my nose while imagining the serene rhythms of "Feelin' Groovy" are washing over me. The white spot turns dark blue, fading to black, as I pass out for several minutes*

*wakes up*

Ahh... refreshed.