The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

Don't forget that your body will let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
'Cause what would love be without wishful thinking...

Alas! I scream thy name into the cloudless noonday sky. Alas...

These are but the warm spring days of my discontent for it has become the stinging flying insects that are looking for new homes time of the year...

This is also the time of the year whence the lawn doth need trimmed. And being that I have a love/hate relationship with this task, I have entered another realm of my discontent. I love the fact that I am alone with my thoughts though I hate the fact that I have to do it on a somewhat regular basis if I wish to stand a chance of accomplishing this task...

And the thoughts that swirl about whence I am a slave to the lawn. For I have often wonder why my thought processes are as they are and I cannot find the answer to this dilemma I face...

As I sit upon this stool in the workplace of my discontent, I wonder as to what direction this life should be heading in. I wonder about the dream that has turned into an obsession. I wonder about the things in this life that having wondering if this particular life is stranger than fiction. This Blog, all the WebSites I created, all the years I spent on the UseNet have forced me to continually peer deep within my soul search for the answers to all the mysteries that surround me, are within me. Searching, always searching for the Truth, and the searching only leads me to more questions that seem to point me away from the Truth, and yet I know that in the Circle of Life, they are in fact leading me in a round about way to the answers I seek. I just never thought the Circle was so big...

And such is my existence in a nutshell and there will be those who will say that within every nutshell is a nut, but in this PC world where that term may be one that hurts my feelings, I prefer to be called a non-traditional thinker, thank you...

So don't hurt my feelin's, dammit, well unless you really want to for the use of words against me has little if any impact upon what I think of myself. I shall never empower those who wish to do me harm with words. And that's the way it is...

So I will sit upon this stool, and think about the things that I wish to think of even if these things happen to be about a dream I had last though I prefer not to write my personal thoughts as to the meaning of it for I do know that either it was a vision or it was my brain telling me something that I should be thinking about for I did study Freud for I was once a Psych major so many years gone by and I know what he'd say on the matter...

At this moment that I find myself sitting upon this stool, I find myself longing for the next round of the PoetryChallenge to begin for I feel as if left to itself, my mind begins to loop - always revolving around what is central to my thoughts and spinning around until I end at the place I began...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...