unimpeded

why is there always this tiny part of you that is intent on sabotaging everything, now that you finally have things going for you,  such as a job? why does every corpuscle in your infrastructure cry out for you to just stop showing up and see if anyone notices. return to your stoner days and sit around all day with your bongo drum and a large bong  and the grateful dead blasting for days on end until one day somebody knocks on your door to inform you that you no longer have health insurance benefits. But even that does not impede you. Why is it that when you think about it, you have managed to hate just about every job where you are expected to do more than  sit around all day with your bongo drum and a large bong  and the grateful dead blasting for days on end until one day somebody knocks on your door to inform you that you no longer have health insurance benefits?

Yet you still insist upon standing your ground, unimpeded. And this might be the only time you have stuck up for yourself  or anybody in your entire life.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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