Monday, October 5, 2009
"I don't want to write about climbing; I don't want to talk about it; I don't want to photograph it; I don't want to think about it; all I want to do is do it."
People recently talked about updating their blogs and people updated their blogs and I am a person therefore I update my blog. so i will write a piece of post.
Which sounds like a piece of toast, in all its peanut-butter honey dripping glory.
Anyway, I feel like my brain is going a thousand miles an hour. Which is equals to 447.04 m / s, which is equal to 1 609.344 km/h.
So if that were ever physically true, my brain, therefore, fueled by the madness of its thoughts,
and seeking to escape this asylum of a skull, would then be propelling itself forward,
cracking free of its calcified prison where it has mostly lain unused all these years.
As it drifts out of my head, it will think of all the things it will do, the people it will meet,
the adventures it would have.
it would be excited about the flight of freedom it has just embarked upon.
but only for a moment.
because then it will realize that brains don't have wings. (And never will, no matter what Red Bull says.)
and then it will dawn upon my brain that it should have just stayed in my head.
And it's last thought would probably be:
"Oh crap."
And I might not, probably won't, be alive.
Yes, I'm in a gory state of mind.
etched; at 7:05 AM