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
“Could you tell me about your day, but make sure it’s not something I care about.”
“How about I expound about memes, but without me giving you the picture.”
“Ah, that might work, but can you mention random people I don’t know for context?”
“That would be peachy! Thank you for such a wonderful conversation.”
Putting letters into envelopes
Outside affixing addresses
Sending them from random mailboxes
That way they can’t trace it back to him
And when his victims open them?
Giving them something they will never forget
Everyone loves a fresh hundred-dollar bill, even if they are homemade
Converting luck into action
He tossed the spinning dice from his hand
And as they flew through the air, probabilities spun with them
Not collapsing the distribution curve until done with their dance
Cascading all possibilities into a single outcome
Everything random transforms into fate
Been shaking the pair in my hand and wondering
Obviously the way they land is random
Now that wasn’t an appealing thought
Every ounce of him wanted to believe in luck, that now was his time
So when they came up snake eyes, he knew he had been right
Maybe you feel life is a bit to chaotic lately
Everything keeps adding to the clutter of your days
So what?
Sometimes there can be beauty in the random
You just need to catch your breath and see it
Random chance encapsulated by dancing cubes
Obliterating different realities as they settle down
Leaving Janice a bit shaken at the outcome
Losing was always a possibility, but she didn’t plan on this…
Wrestling with all the words
Recording a random assemblage of them
It is worse than a million monkeys reproducing Shakespeare
That’s when most people are ready to give up
Except you can’t. That story needs to be told, so you…
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Aspirin wouldn’t be put on the market if discovered today
Never talk about Fight Club, but hanging fliers in public spaces is encouraged
Don’t let woodchucks into log cabins, just in case they decide to answer THE question
Obvious things are never obvious, especially to conspiracy theorists
Making acrostic poems can be a fun hobby
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