Thursday, October 20, 2005
It all starts in the mind. Sex, drugs, even rock and roll – oh, and migraines too.
Which I seem to have,
at the moment,
can you tell.
One thought, that’s all it takes. First there is a spark, then flame, then smoke – then my head pounding like a kettle drum wielded by a Mordor Troll Drummer.
But I will survive because survival is key to, umm, surviving.
So, is there something other outside our squishy grey (or is that gray) matter’s complexity which creates the mind? Or do I just pop another Tylenol and call it a day?
I thought, but found I wasn’t yesterday.
So am I or am I not?
This twisted mind may not hold the answer, maybe even Deep Thought would have trouble with that one.
And I have found that those who appear to hold the answers merely obfuscate the truth with nested confabulations, like a badly coiffed 18th century female’s wig – complete with mice.
And those that admit they know nothing hold more answers than most.
Life is what you Matrix – oh, was that a Freudian slip? I can’t tell from the drumming – Doom, Doom, Doom.
Iodine and vitamin C deficiencies. Do they hold the key, or are they simply symptoms. Only the wealthy pharmaceutical companies know for sure – and you can bet they will never tell – only dispense – more drugs.
So, alone, I sit and ponder while I wonder at the cobwebs on my ceiling. Did I put them there? Where is my Tylenol?
Rest now for my crinkled lobes, nestled gently in a sea of salty water, caught this moment in a vicious riptide.
And dream – of tomorrow,
when this farking migraine is gone!