Free form journaling

   
    I read an article on Thrive yesterday that talked about journaling first thing in the morning in order to have a less anxious day. We shall see in a few weeks if that is true. Most people might write about what there upcoming day will be like. It's a good technique for students to use if they have test anxiety. I've noticed that my brain is nonlinear and does not really think about daily activities. It works on the big picture. Here is a glimpse into my working/waking brain.

Page 1 in pink gel pen
    When in doubt, shout it out. From the rooftops and over the mountains. Why would you stop? The light of the sun breaks and builds chemicals of our own waste of which we breathe. Ozone and ozonolysis reactions intoxicate our lungs creating pock mars rendering interstitial tissue a wholly wasteland. What does it do? Supports the lungs. Supports the breath and deep breathing. Clears the lungs of old oxygen and diseased blood pools.
    Free thought isn't free. It taxes the brain to render it a vast wasteland of garbage to sort and filter. But what may arise is the next work similar to Picasso or Bach. Mathematical, precise, incision. 
    The dog is trying to sex up my arm as I write. She needs a bath. Her toy pig is cleaner than she. She is her own dirty little pig.
    I have to house sit next week. My hand is tired and I grow weary off this gel pen color. Supposed to write three pages. Brain dump slump humping lumping and pumping the primal nature of bull manure that gets trapped in the mind and poisoning the serenity of our souls. 

Page 2 in green gel pen
    The grass is green with envy in every Monet painting it's way across the day lily water bed. Is this how musicians for their lyrics? The nonsensical making complete sense in the dark pit of the amygdala. Why are people so afraid of things that are good for them? We sustain the bad, the poor thought, the lack of self control as heroes instead of focusing on what is closest to us. The ego is an agreeable bitch whose training wheels refuse to fall off the spoke of the hypothalamus.
   Play on words. Play with words lie a double dutch retreat on Mill Mountain Star. Let's see if we can teach the red pandas to transform their enclosure wire into jump ropes. Maybe people will see the value of learning and conserving the natural world as long as they are entertained. Isn't this how circuses began? Animals as entertainment versus virtue of self? Do we not pay humans to placate our desires? Maybe we need the humane human hubris big top tent of stupid human tricks. Throw them your EBT cards as payment before you leave so that some animals may be fed that day.

Page 3 in blue gel pen
    Blue for the deep ocean and freedom of the skies. Is this what free thought looks like? Page three and my brain refuses to stop this train derailment. Should I be thinking like this at my age? Should an empath spew their thoughts like a sickened child slowly dying from the poison of other people's thoughts?
   Other people. Their thoughts. They are so long and loud-mouthed that their thoughts are no longer disruptive but a minor annoyance. An inconvenient truth much like the air we breathe and the polluted water we swim in. If people walked out of the ocean and onto the beach wrapped in plastic grocery bags and six pack soda rings choking their necks, cutting off vital circulation to the limbs, we would no longer have plastic in the ocean. 
    Our thoughts, ideas interrupt the very nature we must live in. Why worry about health and liberty when nature threatens to wipe us out already? Lower sperm counts, fertility problems, our genes are cutting off the circulation life force and evolution. Our very nature has found a way to exile and extinct the human race. 

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