15 minutes
i am going to record every thought i have for the next fifteen minutes, or at least attempt to. the trick is going to be not setting my mind on overdrive for the sake of this. i simply have nothing else to do at 6:46pm on a saturday.
and go
this is a little loud, i should turn it down for emma. i wonder if me having to correct typos should be included in this. it just was. i wish i could sing like that. he must have his chorus or reverb or something set way up to get that type of sustain. looooooooooove (singing along). what should i type next. what do i want to do tonight? mark wanted to hang out but i really dont feel like going to a bar, at least not one of those bars that we usually hit up. hit up is such a stupid term. i need to flight plan for tomorrow. sitting at starbucks at barnes and nobles and putting together my flight plan for manana with a godiva hot chocolate sounds like a way more enjoyable thing. manana. if you say it without the tilda on the n its almost like banana. let me turn you all over (singing along) easy e....yeah he died. okay change the channel..46 is not what i wanted...41...who the hell is Mollis for secretary of state. engineering is a cool word. ally sheedy is awesome in breakfast club. now you better tell people why youjust said that, i watched it earlier. with my thumb on your tongue (singing along). wow a marching band from 1902 it looks like. i really sincerely wish time travel was real. i would go back and hang out in the 20's and 40's. not the 30's though, too dissparate. i wonder if i just used that word right. oh well. my wrist is starting to hurt from typing but i must...keep....going. emma is so funny and small. i wish my phone rang more. i wish i were flying right now, i mean i could go right now, i have keys and all, but ill fly tomorrow. its 6:52....ive only been doing this for ...carry the two.....6 minutes...shit. and now the real song starts. goddamn, another thing i would do with time travel...go see jeff buckley back in new york at sin-e'...and stevie ray vaughan...and jimi hendrix. you have to. you can go back and watch a writer right....the process is too....incognito. plus the result of his work is just as real as it was the day he wrote it...or she wrote it, just to be fair. but the music...there is more to it than just the sounds. emmet price was an awesome prof. he proved that music is as much a physical process as it is audidble. i just mis-spelled that word and then went back and fixed it. and then i typed fized instead of fixed....time check...6:54, almost there. bored yet? wow look at those guitars. scroll up to see what time i started....6:46. born again from the rhythm..singing along. if i go to starbucks do i want to wear my jacket? dont want to know..singing along. wow thats alot of dead folks. i wonder how they died. looks like a war on something. i am watching tv by the way, on mute, with jeff buckley pouring through ma speakers. i wonder if i should mention what im waiting for, although im not reeeallllyyy waiting for anything but i want to be. hmm..a PARADOX almost, if you will. my sinister laugh really isnt all that sinister. i wonder what the hell elissa meant by that. i wonder what dalia is doing, now what are all my friends doing. i should go up there soon. 6:57, almost there. okay, flight plan, i need the IFR chart and a highlighter and my aopa sign in. and five bucks for the hot chocolate. do i want whipped cream? yes i think i do. i wonder if chocolate gives me headaches. i havent really had a headache today but i felt one coming on after i flew so i took some excedrin. apparently i was tailed by the abbie on the way home. weird, i never run into people i know. not that i ran into her....i would have noticed. i wonderhow many people i run into but actually dont notice. i need a radar. a personal radar so i know when im around people i know. that would rock, we can all have transponders. 6:59 holy shit time hurry up. i think too much. apparently. if youre still reading this, ask yourself why? because i have no idea why you would. i sure as shit wouldnt. i should go watch that clip of grace after this. see, im not obsessed with buckley, i just get on these hooks with certain folks, a few weeks ago it was allman bros, today its buckley. i wish they would put out that dvd of amazing grace...whoa heey the x-1. dammit...OHHHH wow today was the day yeager broke the sound barrier. i cant imagine being around at that time. stuff was so new. i want to take some chances and have some adventures. around the world would be good. 7:01.
and go
this is a little loud, i should turn it down for emma. i wonder if me having to correct typos should be included in this. it just was. i wish i could sing like that. he must have his chorus or reverb or something set way up to get that type of sustain. looooooooooove (singing along). what should i type next. what do i want to do tonight? mark wanted to hang out but i really dont feel like going to a bar, at least not one of those bars that we usually hit up. hit up is such a stupid term. i need to flight plan for tomorrow. sitting at starbucks at barnes and nobles and putting together my flight plan for manana with a godiva hot chocolate sounds like a way more enjoyable thing. manana. if you say it without the tilda on the n its almost like banana. let me turn you all over (singing along) easy e....yeah he died. okay change the channel..46 is not what i wanted...41...who the hell is Mollis for secretary of state. engineering is a cool word. ally sheedy is awesome in breakfast club. now you better tell people why youjust said that, i watched it earlier. with my thumb on your tongue (singing along). wow a marching band from 1902 it looks like. i really sincerely wish time travel was real. i would go back and hang out in the 20's and 40's. not the 30's though, too dissparate. i wonder if i just used that word right. oh well. my wrist is starting to hurt from typing but i must...keep....going. emma is so funny and small. i wish my phone rang more. i wish i were flying right now, i mean i could go right now, i have keys and all, but ill fly tomorrow. its 6:52....ive only been doing this for ...carry the two.....6 minutes...shit. and now the real song starts. goddamn, another thing i would do with time travel...go see jeff buckley back in new york at sin-e'...and stevie ray vaughan...and jimi hendrix. you have to. you can go back and watch a writer right....the process is too....incognito. plus the result of his work is just as real as it was the day he wrote it...or she wrote it, just to be fair. but the music...there is more to it than just the sounds. emmet price was an awesome prof. he proved that music is as much a physical process as it is audidble. i just mis-spelled that word and then went back and fixed it. and then i typed fized instead of fixed....time check...6:54, almost there. bored yet? wow look at those guitars. scroll up to see what time i started....6:46. born again from the rhythm..singing along. if i go to starbucks do i want to wear my jacket? dont want to know..singing along. wow thats alot of dead folks. i wonder how they died. looks like a war on something. i am watching tv by the way, on mute, with jeff buckley pouring through ma speakers. i wonder if i should mention what im waiting for, although im not reeeallllyyy waiting for anything but i want to be. hmm..a PARADOX almost, if you will. my sinister laugh really isnt all that sinister. i wonder what the hell elissa meant by that. i wonder what dalia is doing, now what are all my friends doing. i should go up there soon. 6:57, almost there. okay, flight plan, i need the IFR chart and a highlighter and my aopa sign in. and five bucks for the hot chocolate. do i want whipped cream? yes i think i do. i wonder if chocolate gives me headaches. i havent really had a headache today but i felt one coming on after i flew so i took some excedrin. apparently i was tailed by the abbie on the way home. weird, i never run into people i know. not that i ran into her....i would have noticed. i wonderhow many people i run into but actually dont notice. i need a radar. a personal radar so i know when im around people i know. that would rock, we can all have transponders. 6:59 holy shit time hurry up. i think too much. apparently. if youre still reading this, ask yourself why? because i have no idea why you would. i sure as shit wouldnt. i should go watch that clip of grace after this. see, im not obsessed with buckley, i just get on these hooks with certain folks, a few weeks ago it was allman bros, today its buckley. i wish they would put out that dvd of amazing grace...whoa heey the x-1. dammit...OHHHH wow today was the day yeager broke the sound barrier. i cant imagine being around at that time. stuff was so new. i want to take some chances and have some adventures. around the world would be good. 7:01.
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