The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Friday, 18, October 2002 Ashes wrote...
One hundred thousand million 12:40PM
It rains here, on this cold and dreary day. Various shades of grey surround me, dulling the colours of this world. The greens are not as green, the blues not as blue, my mind not as sharp. They say colour invigorates, but then so does a cold shower. I tire of this text messaging thing. Theres something wrong, it only works initially then for some reason it looses all the text messages. Bugger it. Will put it on hold for a while. Too many other things to do.
Do you have words that you repeat in your head often? A cycle of thoughts? Reoccuring at odd intervals? A litany of kinds?
Mine has changed from one million to one hundred thousand million. These three magic little words pop up in my thoughts quite often. Gotta keep your thoughts up with inflation I say otherwise you might finally end up getting what you want and everyone will laugh at you (picture of you with your little finger at the corner of your mouth saying one million dollars). Why does the brain fallback on common cycles of thought? Why is it we can't get certain thoughts out of our heads? Why can't we just reprogram our heads like we can computers? Oh beautiful simplistic computers..