Ritual

so i was just writing my friend jhimm because that is what i do jhimm is legendary and revolutionary and i know it. not only because he somehow finds a way to wrap his thoughts around his voice not only because his voice is spectacular not only because he somehow finds a way to amuse and remuse and is my muse and writing to him is always a wakeup call and a perfect certain entity of the truest perfect reflection of who i am when i write words to him of who is someone i am and am not and he knows it. i have told him (though he can't be right all the time....) :) and he tells us what is going on and around and we know we have to have this dude's attention because of his energy and will he is a young prophet (much like Erk....hmmm... whoa....) nice. and doesn't even know how magnetic his presence and his very essence is a reminder to check one's self and remember to -check- everything -balance- and let yourself be true to yourself in word, thought, and deed. this has been

can tell she is sleeping. she also doesn't know that i have been explaining my theories of cognitive behavioral therapy for the past 20 minutes, nor does she know i can tell she is faking it. she finds my theories as captivating as anything else. for certain.

you have to understand that i understand what you are saying. keeping this in mind, i understand that because you do not understand me as i don't understand you and you will not listen to what i have to make you understand is true mainly because i have more experience than you and am wise in this matter of subjective thought and action i keep my eyes closed and look into the great wide open the one you rarely get to see unless you find yourself humming while doing the sidestroke amongst the doggie-paddlers who mistake tennis for air hockey and you remember the day that you you finally listened before you thought and kept your eyes open and listened before you thought listen before you think. before you let yourself talk.