| 6/17/2003 11:40:00 PM |
[ there's lots of potential for a fry-cook. in two years i could be manager. king. god. ]
wah, i was foamy for a second there... sometimes i think i should make an attempt to be less quixotic. chasing after all these wonderful windmills. i turn so quickly to face the next idea that i can't really get a grasp of any axioms. i make some connection, but before i make good on it something equally fascinating comes and blows my hair back. in terms of ideas that is. i guess that's sorta why i rarely say more than two sentences at a time about the same subject, except if it's some funky psychological phenomenon like now. which isn't too good, because very little comes from these realizations. just, "wow, that's wierd." not, "hooly crap! that must be how..." aha! but if i invented a machine to digitize thoughts and the entire human experience in it's infintely infinite superbness that would give tasty bread from the windmills!! ...even if there is virtue in just looking at the windmills and admiring them, there's something special about building things. aw crap. i've said that before. so anyway, that's why i'm becoming a fry cook. that and just so i can say 'here's you plato shrimp, hold the hemlock.' |
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