Jumping Jack Vacuum Head

Begin Reading this Piece Only after knowing that This was Written out of sickening boredom and ONLY if you're genuinely interested in tasting my words all over again Should You attempt this Inglorious Venture!!!

I really do want to pen down something this time that I sit down. Has been a while since my jarred and jammed mind, ever observant, ever critical and ever mesmerized, melted everything into words for me to re-read it so many times that it literally gets published onto my brain. My eyes have become a continuous assessor of everything around me(( well so is everyone else's )), but let me explain you how.

Well, being endowed with a gifted imagination is one thing, but it's crazy when it runs totally haywire and at times I wish my mind had two hands which could grab hold of these bubbles of thought running amuck (( chuckles in head )). Every-time I read a book or attend a lecture, look at mannequins with unkempt hair and twisted hands, or just stare into empty space (which I think has become a national past-time for men today), I visualize everything staring at me with those piercing eyes, like a psychiatrist at his patient, looking for signs of life and wonder. And I stare back, getting lost for moments together as I try to figure out what they maybe saying.

Even though I've been scribbling for quite sometime now, I still keep wondering as to how would the REAL writers, authors and poet might think!? HOW would THEY visualize reality and give them animated and incredible words that would awe and inspire their readers to travel from one word to the next. A concocted reality, a story that millions would relive in their wide-eyed dreams, just like I do. A restless being who often boards this ship to the flights of fancy, discovers new worlds in the smiles and tears of an unknown face and imagines how it would be to be that being. I am someone you would happily fall in love with and still wonder why I suddenly dropped out your life, only to be happily rediscovered again. As again now that You realize that I'm ranting about stuff that is completely unrelated to my earlier babble. Sometimes I find myself looking up at the ceiling or the sky and thoughts that rush to my head might be totally tangential to what I might be doing at the moment. A certified victim of day-dreaming, who enjoys every bit of the insanity that he spirals into. I once read somewhere, There is a pleasure in being Mad, something that only Madmen know of. I'm sure all of you know why I said this Now! :)

Cheers to Boredom