if I spread word that the sky is green and believe it so, is it fair to think me daft for what I see may not necessarily be that to which you do? My eyes may be incapable of seeing much without a yellow hue ultimately casting all that comes forth in it into a sunny glow. There is a difference between myth and legend and fantasy and reality. I am good at concocting fantasy but I live in the here and now and a lack of information is all that is there. There will always be someone with more data then you and others with even less. But who is really to judge who's data is accurate? Who eventually lies on top of the heap as being the one and all knowing? My argumentative state pops questions into the air to which you can choose to or choose not to engage in. I enjoy this state of play and entertainment.
I know a man who knows a lot of men and women who you and I know quite publicly. It goes without saying that there is always one of them in every crowd. But lately, it seems I have one that has moved into my head. I want to go all Stallone on him and set him straight but my head keeps worrying about how many of those verbal bullets will get lodged into my medulla oblongata and create torturous memories and problems for me later on after I'm dead and cannot recollect a thing! Life is good in my huggy coat! If only there was a way to really lay it all out on the line. I have friends from high school that would appreciate this as there is nothing more annoying than a peep who knows everyone! Maybe the chick who asks you to join everything could use a mellow but nope, the other takes the cake. Now I have met some pretty famous people in this world and even met some pretty famous infamous peeps too. I also know people that lay people shouldn't know and some even the educated aren't privileged enough to know. AND...he knows waaaay more! This friend has taken over my head and thus my body and is even cramping my "me and my toys" time!
I don't want to be possessed by the person no one wants to touch with a ten foot pole. I don't want to be doted on by the town sickie either but lately he has been hanging around too. And if it can't be outdone it will be, there's this chick who I thought I had banned long ago from my cell phone only to have her crop up and "miss me" and then leave no phone number. I feel like I have been "drive by" adored by the past and need a new cage of monkeys to hang from my tree! I spent my day in debate over whether an opinion that is ill informed holds more weight than one that is informed and if either holds water to research and data...but data is all speculation and only as good as the lie written in between its pages! I had fun! It was the freeking highlight to my day besides dinner with the mini me and the dude next to us farting every time he sat down on the bench! He had to know someone heard him...really...dude! Have some manners!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
Mobe's days
The day's disdain shall never refrain from the pain that the rain will wash away. But tomorrows sorrow shall give cause to claim that today's was just yesterday's gain
This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe
This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe
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