Oh How I Just Cringe..Thursday, December 15, 2011
The state of mind that is cringing at its own existence may be something to boast, talked about, debated during tea time as you lounge and fart about your hyper-philosophizing buddies. And naturally, it will never amount to anything practical except that the more you sit and cringe together, the rest of the world will sink from the corners of your perception and down into a smokey boundary-less mundaneness.
And then, there are those types who will (almost) never be affected by this self-imposed cringe-ready malady, that the only cringing moments of their peachy lives were and are almost always directed to some other unfortunate cringe-worthy persons and/or events they are so sure they hold no direct responsibility of. From the perspectives of my juiceless eyeballs and the ever oh wisecrackin' perception, all I see are buffoons whose mental blockages serve as an insanity filter that protects and nurtures them from the ruthless onslaught of self-attacking thoughts!
And these ears, they move too, apparently, when I speak (though I've never witnessed it myself); but a strange old friend had insisted that the only recollection he's had of me was my bloody animated ears. No thanks to him! Hmph!
By the way, have you ever felt like you've woken up with an inclination to cringe at every single thing that catches your attention? It's kind of anally-retentive, don't you think? I hope you cringe less as you welcome the day and night ahead. If you're still cringing, it's alright, we'll cringe together.
Portrait Of Cat Ears
Noose, Surrealist Oil Painting
shanaz@RS | 4:14 AM | Labels: ramble therapy