Kevin N. Murphy

it’s a fire i’m building that’ll burn in your eyes

You know the feeling you get when you are over extended on a ladder and are leaning all your weight on the friction of your squeege against the glass. Then the squegee gives and you rapidly begin to slide as if you were bracing yourself against super smooth ice? It’s more intense when you have to go to the bathroom. What a feeling.

I think I’m gonna get a G2. They are quite smooth.

I have a moleskine that needs to be filled. Desprately. I have an idea. ooo, yes, I have an idea. So I will pose it to you. If I mailed you a moleskine, would you fill up at least one, and no more than two (both sides) pages of it, and then mail it to someone you could be sure would do the same? I would of course, include, the price of the final mailing (back to me) in the small folder in the back. Hmm, how could I be sure this would work, I guess I could try it.

I’m amazed by how many ways I didn’t think of to look at it. For some reason, they are some of the best ones too.

I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me, but if you look carefully there is a pattern. Truth has a ring, a pattern. I love finding the pattern and calling the next move. I love that. Reason, sometimes is so stinking sound. You could build cities on it. They would never crumble.

Sometimes it’s too obvious I’m afraid of you. Sorry. I’m working on being brave. It’s got a lot to do with who I don’t want to be. It’s got a lot less to do with who you are.