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Saturday, February 23, 2008

this post is for people who want to laugh at me

It's no secret that I love writing, talking, trying (in vain, most often) to express something that I feel, or begin to feel, or barely understand, or am dying to explore. That's probably the reason that I most mess up everything I say or everyone I talk too much to, because I'm talking about things that I have such a slippery grasp on, and I'm coming to realize more about these things as they emerge from my brain in the form of badly worded sentences and disjointed ideas. Sometimes I need to just shut up, but I feel like I'm standing at the edge of an untapped resource, and hearing a whirring in my head, like a drill that wants to break through, but can't until I dive in and give it a shove.
I'm hopelessly dedicated to shoving, until the very last.
Hi. Fellow shovers, make a line and shake my hand. I am the most mindless shover of all.
The worst/best thing about all of this is, I really am just plain and simple. I can be figured out on a calculator. There's nothing to me, really, except the usual stuff.
Until I turn on the mangler and get VERY mangled in the head.
The photo to the left is of a blender, in case you did not notice. Find your own photo by going to Google images and googling words like "chainsaw," "mushy oatmeal," "potato," or any other word that best describes the state of your brain at this moment.

2 comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

guess no1 wants 2 laugh at u. what a missed opportunity.

well i'm gonna go ahead and indulge myself.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha haha ha ha.

2/29/2008 12:32 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

I don't know. It's sort of difficult to laugh at someone who likes to invite you to laugh at them, because then it becomes sort of bonding. Whereas people generally laugh at others for the purpose of elevating themselves. So. If I really wanted to invite people to happily laugh at me, I would've posted a picture of me or something.

3/01/2008 8:45 AM  

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