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Today i awoke to the smell of cheap candy an the realisation that ill be going to an office full of old dudes ....Today ill carry my favorite cheap candy, ill chew it till there is no more an buy some more ... Today i realise that a single misstep could result in a dangerous situation or it could send me hurdling over the high bar with success of mind-blowing melancholy , although Today , success and failure will depend on how well i do.

Today everyone will appear to be in a situation where they can get a single chance to change everything, srsly , change everything, but today , today , most will miss it with the realisation that taking that chance screams to much enjoyment and hope , so theyll just shake emselfs down. shake downs ... always shake down , then a shrug off, like some bad joke in a comedy club.

Today on the other hand, will be a honeyed trap lurking, comfortable or uncomfortable, itll have a chemical scent... Most will miss it and mistake it for a familiar scent of refreshing green disguised , always disguised. Today no different to tomorrow or yesterday will be a day of absolute despair and hope. Today already has that old smell that analog gave up the game to digital , the smell of wet asphalt , an then the smell of old tired ion , ready to be made new ..

Today will be tasteless and orderless , again no different from the day before yesterday an the one coming tomorrow... Today , ill awake at the same time i do everyday , ill eat the same food i always eat on this day. Today, ill be interested , ill be eager , ill even ride my bike , then prolly check what changed about today, then ill eat some more food, check what else changed, then relax like i do any other day...

Today, already has that smell of damp air ... And today , like any other day, ill avoid anything that presses me ... Today could quite possibly rain to ... today is definatley inside the rainy season ... today started by waking up the computer .. saying hi ... spending my time there , then saying goodbye an then ill put it to sleep , only to reawake the pc ... check the regulars , then say goodbye for real this time , and then put it to sleep with complete admiration...

And no doubt like any other day , Today will have that pugnant smell of sewage ... and then there will be that wonderful scent of possible rain .. ahhh .... rain ... Today , ill turn my xbox on , realise ive come to far in this game , an that its not fun no more .. then wish for another game that wasnt so hard ... then today .. ill smell again ... and not realise where that scent is coming from , and then ill shrug it off with some teenage rebellious an realise , i want to be doing some else .. do i need eat .. ill probably eat again ...

Then all of a sudden , today will turn manic, screaming manic, and ill realise it ..take a breathe , reset ... and get on with it... Today ill realise a sound thats analog, but it really wasnt ..arghhh today ... today man ... Today will be full of cool dudes , cool conversations and not so cool dudes and you can count on it, extreme let downs ... And then Today , ill probably play all the regulars that ive heard all too much before .. why is that... when today has so many possibilities ... but it dont mean none ... ill play the same things i played yesterday .... and today ... the same morning will come again ... how come?

And then ill realise its rainy season again and the drinks smell so bad today ... sup with that .. Today ill drive the same as i did yesterday ... then today ofcourse contains peoples hearts and eyes and ofcourse, height, noses, language and body odor ... always body odor ... Today will be full of people , all different , screaming recognition of uniqueness, there is none though ... its just color .. the colors just different .. same same right ... but different ... no no no wait .. im unique , im unique , no we're not ... its just the color . always just the color ... color as the spectrum ... its just the color ...

Ahhhh whats that smell .. always something to respond to... fresh rain on the way ? bad reheated last nights dinner? someones diluted chemical swan song? Unfortunately, no smell this time ...

All mixed up ... today will be strange ... super strange. Today ill try and find myself, ah whats that smell.... ahhh its rainy reason .. yes ofcourse ... All of the above , take the lot, yup that sounds about right ... Today will be erroneous... Ahhh comfortable smells .. always refreshing ... right? Todays already got too many hue's, so i just ignore em ... who digs an overload of pretty colors .. colors man .. always colors ... Eww, an then itll come again ... asphalt ... fucking hot asphalt ... stinks...

Today youll take some calls .. but screen em all first ... then say , okay .. ill respond ... ahhh Today ... just so screaming monotonous. Am i messing around here , am i turning into an old fossil, probably .. arghh Today man ... chronic allergic rhinitis is the stench ... yawn ..yawn, yawn again ... ahhh exhaust fumes .. then .. possible rain ... always the chance of rain .. .You see todays sunset, you see it set, dont worry .. catch it tomorrow if you missed it ... earth rain sun an fucking soy sauce ... ahh summer approaching ...

I am so glad to be here today ..

Today the only thing i regret ... as in Today, right here , right now .. is that i wrote all this yesterday ...

I wonder what tomorrow will be like.

Always tomorrow ... always tomorrow...

Simon posted 09 Nov 2009, disqus central - 0


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