gurov

I've often wondered about the effects of thinning out one's ideas and mental gesticulations. My mind and thoughts are becoming more diaphonous with each JOURNAL I scribble in. I'm aware that I don't scribble, but the way the words comes out is equivelent to mental scribbling. It rained like something fierce here today, just for a short time. It reminded me of some dead rock star, or dead actor, or dead writer, who died before "their time" (whatever the fuck that means). It's akin to a fierce and short storm... beautiful and quickly passing. And for the next couple of days the storm will occupy a little corner of coversation, as many will ask "how 'bout that rain?"... and then we will be human, perhaps inately knowing that thousands of years ago, perhaps, some cave man grunted to another cave man that essentially translated into the same sentiment.