Magnascopy and Paradoxy of a New Month, Hello September!

Hello blog…and reader’s too, if there are any out there.

Today is the first day of September of the year 2013. While I am supposed to be working on an important assignment that it is due in a couple hours, I am feeling uneasy. Very uneasy. Thus, I decided to take a couple minutes to write. Truth is, I cannot really organize my thoughts enough to really know what I want to say. However, I am itching to express. Here goes my feeble attempt of healing through my craft.

Today is the first day of September of the year 2013.  Summer is gone, but the stench of blue skies, beach and summer still flood the South Florida air.
It’s hot and humid outside. Indoors, the air conditioning unit is strong enough to fool any genius.
My skin is dry and my bones cold.
My heart is pumping blood much slower than my mind’s anxiety comprehends.
Then again, I have trained my body well.

Today is the first day of September of the year 2013. The world’s water and food supply are tainted by the flawed construct that is currency and the unnerving greed that produces its blurring “richness”.  Truth is, there isn’t much difference between the word “dollar” and the word “nuclear” when it comes to our modern societal jargon.

Shit’s rough, shit sucks. Shit’s shit and that’s the way it goes. Digested? Sort of.

My skin is dry and my bones cold.
My throat chokes up but my eyes show no sign of moisture. Feeling a need to have this discomfort drip on out and through. But, I have trained my body well.

Today is the first day of September of the year 2013. All the YOUs and Is are essential pieces of the transgalatic puzzle, necessary points within the dynamic living system that we call earth, a fundamental slice of the whole loaf.
Bread, knife, and butter.

Scope.
No matter how much we are aware of, it is the essence of humanity to narrow the scope. Focus, individuality, or fractal nature or something.
Misdirected, directing back to
Scope.

Today is the first day of September of the year 2013. The thought of her opts for magnification. What a waste of perspective, what squander of sentiment. She is a good blunt that leaves you with cottonmouth for days. All I can do is keep brushing these teeth and drink more and more water till I am rid of her toxins. All she is…is what she could have been. Never food, never fed, somehow digested.

Writing words can be a diuretic.
Waste. Toilet is flushed.

Today is the first day of September of the year 2013. Let’s see if I could manage to get some work done now.

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