An evening as morning

If that was all there was, there'd be no more hilltops to breathe in, and the lawnmower man shops with coupons, the elderly love hip hop, the young Lawrence Welk.

Lazy Monday evening, 8:34pm , nonsensical phrases were streaming through my thoughts like they often do since High School times doth I did blend the silly with creativity.

But it is always better without a keyboard, to just close your eyes, be in a comfortable position and "write" that way.

From roughly 9pm to 9am, I want to record an extra long vocaroo, and I've learned to pause and pick up now, so it'll be more seamless and no coughing sprees or dead air as I go to relieve myself, and my own speech will be limited, you see my friends, I loathe my voice, but those of professionals I verily worship and adore.

I shall dub it BookRadio

You don't do it thinking you already know how to do it

For you are experimenting

It's joyful like the science Nietzsche wrote about

But less know

More innocent

Stupid

Naive

and therefore

shall catch one off guard

as long

as they

are

paying attention

to what is not understandable

in any

circumstance.

The

con-

clu-

sions

melt away

in-

to

ob-

liv-

ion.