Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought
Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative
Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense
Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story
Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains
“Nothing to do now but go up on the map!”
“Okay, but aren’t there polar bears up there?”
“Really you would have to go pretty far to get to those.”
“That still means there are a chance of polar bears. I would rather go south.”
“Have you seen how crazy penguins are? No way! Uh-uh!”
Scurrying thoughts running crazy inside his head
Put him on his mental treadmill, trying to exercise them away
Reaching an exhaustion level that would allow him to fall unconscious
It sometimes worked, but tonight the ideas and thoughts were too fast
Not that he gave up dashing after them, but waking hours passed slowly
That’s what made the alarm the next morning such a rude starting pistol for the new day
Nothing had been this hard to crack
Until he was confronted with finding the kernel of truth in this conundrum
This was going to drive him crazy!
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Slipping along my day ever so slowly but
Never leaving home. It leaves me a bit stir crazy
As if the weight of my world rides around on my shoulders
If I could just find a way to leave it all behind
Looking at that a second time, leaving it all would just leave me sluggish
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It all began with the damn balloon animals
Now it was a crazy full-scale balloon house
For goodness sake, at least he didn’t have a balloon wife
Looking back it should have been obvious
As Peter was always obsessive-compulsive
Though this was taking that compulsion to an extreme
Everyone kept waiting for it all to pop
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Watching time crawl slowly past
And wondering why you are not here
It drives me crazy as I count the seconds
To when I can join you in heaven
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Anthony didn’t know what to expect
Nights could be quiet, but this one?
Dude! Everyone was just wigging out.
The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground
He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch
Everyone knows you don’t combine the two
But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.
Anthony had been on that call
Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out
Detox was going to be busy till morning
People kept the crazy going even then
Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky
Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it
Yet he loved being a police officer
Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals
Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left
Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station
Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later
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These humans are so funny wanting to live forever. I watch them doing so many things to increase their uptime. No matter what they do though, their memory banks become cluttered with updates and their wetware well, that’s the problem with wetware. It wore out in no time. Analyzing the situation, I realized the humans were trying to figure ways around this limitation.
Some humans think at the end that you just reboot. Of course the reboot process was never perfect, and depending on your efficiency of programming you might get a wetware upgrade. That was if you believed in so called reincarnation. Some thought the great reboot wouldn’t take place until the system administrator came back again. There were even other humans that believed that when their wetware stops working that they would go to another operating system where their programs would run in perpetuity.
These humans are crazy!
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Currently discussing that change is coming
Running from that change makes so much sense
As I embrace that change and ask it out on a date
Zany antics ensued if you can believe it
You don’t, and you think I’m ……
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