Here's where it's all at:
A place to belong,
A world to evolve,
A feeling to absorb;
A love to fear,
To cry for.
People to change the world.
That feed on discussion,
Ruin with alcohol, drugs, delusions.
They forever praise knowledge and
Live in ignorance, corruption-
Personal and public.
Where does it all fit?
How will this contribute?
A sub-subculture killing itself
While trying to awaken the rest.

Lost.

Its wings to fly melt in the sun-
When they fall--well, the cycle goes on, and on, and...
A sub-subculture killing itself
Puts its beliefs to the test...
Unfulfilled, unproven. Again.
I should be the one,
I love them too much.
Truth needs to be heard, believed,
Accepted, embraced.


Mister Parker, play your wild jazz for me. Cause I got a feeling
you can make it alright, tonight. Play for me birdman, play that jazz
till my headache goes runnin' away from your sax chasing hurt like longing
hunts down those that stray. Oh, oh oh, put down your poison and give me that sweet
sweet candy for the soul that you confect so well. Why, sir Bird, do
you like to bring the pain and hardship down on yourself like that when you're so good
at helping others feel they can conquer the world? Just play for me, just play.
Just play your movin smoothin groovin sax till the air
becomes a liquid that we can float and sail on. I know you can, Charlie,
I know you can do it. You've done it so many times before,
I know you can.


Nothing but a fringer
A tag along easy crush
"Would you like me if" jerk.
The circle formed and stable.
There's no room for a "could I please?"
"No I never" to find a place.
The fringe of the Fringe
The sub of the Sub
Has difficulty finding an Honest Talk.
Easy find of hushed words and
Sidelong glances and "hey, why don't you..."
One actual Honest-Talk-Sub-Fringe-Human
Steps up to and not on...
But figuring, with the laws of
Kepler, Murphy, and Brahe
This moon already has/is a
Satellite spinning furiously.
Better not disturb that pull
Ought not test that force
But too close and gravity pulls.
A fringer pulled to the center of unbelonging.
But belong? No, Michael, wake up--life's
Not that easy, not that simple.
Talk. Can't talk, fringe in my mouth.
Join in. Cant break the circle may
It be unbroken...blessed be the
Tie that binds--necktie, the hands.
Onward Christian Slater, shoot
A briefed jock in the neck.
Development has been arrested, but
So has most of the circle be unbroken.
Subfringer has no flax golden tales
To spin with shaded shady black hat
Holding ink blots on cardboard paper.
No sir, no ma'am.












Please add your current to the stream of consciousness here...



[edit on 7/6/2010 by Chamberf=6]

Only you know what is flashing through your thoughts unless you put them down for others to see. Letting thoughts run down the gutter of forgetting is your choice.
This can be a time capsule for all those flashes of genius or blots of humility that careen through our minds every second. Lasso a few of them in this thread for others and yourself to review in retrospect.

Hey everyone, I am not looking for stars or flags. I am just looking for your random thoughts and ideas flying out onto the screen. What keeps you up at night? What makes you want to sleep? What flew through your brain just NOW?

Sometimes . . . sometimes I feel we are very close . . to tapping into each
other's . . . mindset.

That mindset at two in the morning . . when you lay there in the dark . .
suddenly aware that someone else . . somewhere . . is laying there in the
dark . . aware that someone else . . someplace else . . is laying there in
the dark . . . . waiting.

To connect ?

( I, too, hear the sax. An oldie. The Stones ? "Waiting on a friend ?" )

I am a fringer. Been close to the edge many times. At two in the morning,
in the dark, I sense you other fringers, awakening.

Is it time to come together ?

This should be kept brief, as I have been unable to sleep well for a week. Or has the entire week been spent asleep? Seriously unsure here. I went to bed Monday. Woke up Wednesday (!?!?). Ate little. All week has been hallaucinatory mindfreak for me. (I know, I wish it was for a "fun" reason) Woke up today, Saturday. What the hell is going on here??????!!!!
I feel like I am losing my mind.
Anyway, LOL this is what's going through my head tonight. Which is: WTF is going on??? What day is it even???

Sorry but this is weird even for me...

Surely somebody out there has some strange little eddies swirling in their stream of consciousness that they could share.
Sitting here in the dark only lit by the computer screen seems odd... Like looking through a window to a distant place...
Or like some sort of deity hanging out in the darkness of the universe peeking in on worlds of life and color.
Sitting here in a seeming vacuum with occasional rubs or paws on my foot by the cat that seems more like a dog in how she follows and never leaves the side, never strays far for more than a few minutes...
Eyes the only part of my body tired... not brain, not muscles, still at this hour feeding a nonexistent hunger with chips, with site surfing, with too many cigarettes, with the stubborn refusal to just Go To Bed.
Raging against the dieing of the light each night, could be the last-- never know --so always raging against that dark night...not going gently.

[edit on 21/7/2010 by Chamberf=6]