Wise men say ... Only I seem to rush in

Refine the ability to be prompt and what you get is the uncanny knack to be at the right place at the right time always doing the wrong thing. I am certain that three things have been waylaid from my life, a) Mr. Sandman b)Intent and c) timing. I cant seem to sleep, I can never mean anything I say in the way I say it and lastly I have horrible timing when it comes to saying the things I say the way I say it.

That aside I think its all good, other than the fact that I am slowly starting to realize that there is no point in living for the purpose of being. Its easier to live because its somehow a nice thing to be doing now and just now, not one minute from now not days from now but just now.

I have seen a host of people who plan and live for the future in a manner which seems almost as though their lives have already been lived before. What I think touches a nerve is the fact that they almost lose the sense of enjoying where they are now. In light of a better future they always claim the present has to be one of turmoil and hardship and most of all planning.

So what happens when tomorrow becomes today and the future you so planned becomes now, do you really start living for the now then. No! Then comes the case of the future of the future and thus the vicious cycle continues.

The only reason life is a rat race is cause the audience cant help but be a part of the show. I think that sucks.

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Ok I am now truly bored of being critical and looking back at what I have written I think I really do need to stop .... and stop now.

Anyway on a higher note there have been a few cool things happening in mars recently. The odd are indeed in bloom and I have to admit there is a warm fuzzy feeling I get everything I see them suck in the Monday blues and end the week with a Friday sigh.

Lenon said that a working class hero is something to be .... really !!!! Well kudos to the working class heros of the world today and I have to admit there is nothing more dreaded than a desk job wait wait I think there is yeah there is.... no wait there isn't.

Recently we watched in awe as someone we vaguely post present and present, mug shotted her self to a reality tv show in mars. I shall not name the show keeping in line that I might not want to offen people..... Who am I kidding ... it was called a Light Affair.... thats right ladies and gentlemen a reality dating show for martians and non martians alike... A concept that screams out to onlookers that the best way to pimp loneliness and love is to televise it ..... But the show also got me thinking if all these people who look decent on tele cant seem to get dates it doesn't say much for the rest out there who most often than not have a face for radio and a voice for mime.... Like most concepts that seem to have no apparent answer there lies an explanation in the very functioning of mars itself. See mars is wholly socialist when it comes to love ... everyone has one ... the good lookers have good looking compadres , the cute ones have cute ones and the fugly have the fugly and the bugly. Though there maybe cases where the three classes have permutations , these are mostly anomalous (Note to self: Place yourself in a category... and no creating a new bin just for you...damn im one step ahead of myself). Its an amazing sense of dynamics really .... the simple principle of stick to your league has ensured love for all.... huh who would have thunk it ......

Another striking phenomenon in Mars is what we call the escalator theory. It reads, "Couple who are naturally holding hands whilst not on an elevator or escalator ... will switch to a comfortable hug and then squeeze eachother tight till the escalator/elevator reaches it destination upon which handholding shall resume." The theory has been tested by a cohort of dedicated researchers which include myself and me for a while now its been proven to be true. SO much so that the truly advanced society of mars is all accepting of this theory for heterosexual couple and homosexual couples alike .... Wow that what you call good social science huh!!!

Anyway I think I am rambling now so I shall stop and mercy for a dilapidated blog I couldn't help it I need sleep and a sense of timing.

Lime on lsd was so wired