i heard you the first time

maybe the night doesn't decide my day
maybe the day should show itself independent of the stars that preceeded.

i've been asked to speak about windows.
i am in a cubicle now. with windows. on the cubicle. which only display to me
more cubicles.
i understand the notion of false walls for space and economics
but surely i cannot condone the use of glass for it's misuse.
viewing is a priveledge reserved for trees sunshine clouds and birds.
maybe i have no ideas to counter their reason
but i'd like to think i do.

fuck it. who drew these lines with a ruler, anyhow? when i think about my day-
pure predetermination. how much of my day has nothing to say.
because it's planned. it's written in black dripping ink that soaked pages too long ago to wipe clean. right? we'll continue the right angles, the straight lines, the grey/tan/coffee stained walls by habit, no?
chaos would ensue if we had space to run. many would have forgotten by now that their legs are what carry them through their day. maybe mechanism is genius, but methodical uses of it piss me off daily.

refrain. do not take these words with gin, i don't look before i speak.
i may even be one who criticizes everything i can touch with my middle finger.
i may be bullshitting. calling a bluff. i just want a rise. i want something to spark my truth.
i generally think that my attacks are valid, though.
but how am i an authority? why do i feel that my opinions reign? we all do, do we not?
but fuck your opinions. you haven't believed a word of them, you just prefer your voice aloud to those echoing in your head. write it down. read it. aloud. read it aloud again. if it does not produce satan in your eyes and Fu Manchu on your lips, try again. you're dispassionate. you don't feel it. says i who may not turn my nose at sulfuric acid.
all i ask for is participation. in thought. belief. life. negative positive interaction pain love strength weakness and truth. just think about something. and tell me about it. and sit back and wait for my response.

i know what you are thinking now. you know today is an off day.
you know that today is a day where words exist only above the clouds.
and you know that i am afraid of flying [this can only mean one thing].


i apologize. but sometimes i like to force the dictionary to form phrases.