I have been remiss in my blog posting.
I have been remiss in almost everything.
Except thinking. If only someone would pay me to think.
Of course this sounds simpler than it is in practice.
Though some who choose it, succeed.

So my days have been lost in my mind.
And of course my work, which degrades my mind.
And eats away at my ambition,
my mind,
to think that he would turn against me.

To be honest with you, I have always suspected that he was
not on my side. Ever since I was younger, I had this feeling,
this knowledge that he knew, that I knew, that it was all a matter
of time. And it’s all time. So any time now, of course it will all be revealed.

So where have I been? This is the question to be asked, and answered.
I have gone know where, but everywhere. I have seen the future, and we were all dead.
But rich.

Rich and dead.

But still white, so know one fret.

I saw the future, and I was still here,
and you were still there,
and we didn’t blame anyone,
but ourselves.

At least I think that is what I want to hear.
To know.

That at least all this will be the same then.
Better than the chances of better,
are the chances of the same.

I digress and loose my point.

Which was in a few to may words;
the fact that I simply have no point.
Or at least I have failed to find it.

I wish some human would crush me for
walking on their countertops.
Than I would be one.
With Formica at least.

And I’m back again.
So know one worry.
I wasn’t really crushed.
Though the hand was heavy,
I escaped it’s blow.

Enough already.

I was busy at work, squandering anything
I had left to give. And I have seen it so many times.
In mine, and mine, and all the other mines.

We have all been thieves to the night,
and worse yet lazy.

So here we are again.

And if I was to begin at the beginning,
I would say;

I have been remiss in my blog posting.
I have been remiss in almost everything.
Except thinking. If only someone would pay me to think.
Of course this sounds simpler than it is in practice.
Though some who choose it, succeed.
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