dreams

The dreams tab is going to just be a living document that has as much separation as I feel any given moment needs. The fragmens will, obviously, be fragmented and separate, incohesive and unfinished, where this dream scape will act as a body that grows, shifts and doesn't aim to achieve the same goals as will be attempted within the fragment to essay pipeline. I think this will be the main stomping ground and will be as true a stream of consiousness thing as I can facilitate. I hope we enjoy and I know I am having a good time. Good day!

The beginning is here, or is it now, what even is now and is it a what at all? Whims whims everywhere but not a second to think! I lose all faith in the ability to have faith everytime I try but maybe thats my problem, its an issue of expectation and explanation exploration. Whos to say when its worthwhile but me and why would I take anyones word but my own anyway. I have no idea where I am headed, let alone us, but I won't lie, I am excited to see. And honestly, alternatively, I am excited to not have to see. It's really all so wonderful and horrible if you ask me. I have nothing but time and things to say and nowhere to be but where I am and that is here. Hear hear, a toast that means the most and I'm as tied up as the roast! The pork has an apple and I've got them both! Here we are in the dream world, a real live circus where the meat that makes the sausage is on display. That really is the whole idea isn't it, the allure, the appeal, its all in the pursuit of hiding the sausage maker. Something has to get ground up to make all these things you covet. You know it, so do I. I don't like it just as much as the next guy but whos to break the cycle. What option do we have but to keep making the sausage if we're unfortunate and hiding from the makers if we're otherwise? Its a fun game of duck duck goose, ring around the rosie, monkey in the middle, theres always an odd man out, theres always a sausage maker hidden from the otherwise.