Often as an afterthought I let my fingers float above the keyboard in a half second that is comparable only to the moments leading to the release of a jump ball as a basketball game starts.
I read a new source today that spoke of character development and theories. A move from sometimes angry feminist literature to a maturity of a character willing to tackle everything from sex to broad political hot topics. The kind that a certain Cajun talks about and not the middle America mall outlet with ironic people who claim they feel the pain that their retail experience inflict upon their undying soul.
I'm just saying.
I'm saying that today was a sunny day with a variety of sports and seashells and glass types and sizes. A nice 20something incited me to jump into a pool fully clothed with the ever effective technique of chanting a name repeatedly until it becomes one big mush of magical incantations. Abracadabra was definitely a sentence before it degraded into what it is today. It was probably a result of the need to hide one's magical self and mutter it under one's breath.
The inquisition burned practitioners of magic - or those accused of it. The government attacked communists for a time - or those accused of it.
One of them even worked in a capitalistic machine.
Im charged with energy after an exhausting day. A feeling I'm sure my pillow could smother and one that will eerily escape me tomorrow the moment I hit the midday wall.
So for now, and in Ricky Bobby style, Clam and BAKE.
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