Winding twisting corners, beats driven through a warm breeze of outdoor intrusive reality. Focus is on the blurred. Blind to only the right and behind. Lights and solids scroll. Every other being is background, as important as a random pole. No world but the simple immediate surroundings.
Proceed with no caution. Proceed with force. Proceed with triumphant, glorious laughter in an atmosphere of idiocy and simplistic pleasures easily gained.
Push on into nowhere with a destination of nothing. The most well thought out, detailed plans are destined for failure. Preceding thoughts are just as useless as reminiscing the regrets of yesterdays.
Onward to the non-existent goals and acquirements. Reasoning and realization is of no concern and avoided in all instances.
There is no yesterday, no tomorrow, no somedays or remember whens. There is a now, then another now. Once it becomes a then, it is nothing.
Nothing may be the only goal, if such a word could be used. Or maybe the goal is everything. Either point is unimportant as this is only now, as it will always be.
This is only a beginning; it will always be the beginning. Progress is not recorded, or reasoned.
What kind of wild adventure of mundane convenience stores on the edges of eternal light and dark? Backgrounds may present themselves as characters other than posts. Interaction between organisms may create sparks leading to unexpected pleasures. Logos, icons and soft bedding under an orange light merge into a haze of momentary pleasure. Peaks are challenged, reached and climaxed. Then float softly into the hot air of the polyester valley.
Possibilities, curiosities and scenarios flash, contact and repeat. Duration unknown, thoughts will not be wasted.
This mad adventure is unending and unstoppable, with no motivation.
