Friday Funday: How Does YOUR Mind Work?
I want to try something. You know here at VSB we genuinely like to get to know everybody who posts here. It seems like the most popular commenting days here have always been the ones where folks talk about deal-breakers and the ones where we ask folks to talk about themselves. And since it’s Friday we’re gonna do just that.
It’s no secret that I tend to be the stream of consciousness writer here at VSB HQz. You want to know how my mind works, well, generally speaking every post is exactly how my mind works, in order. But what if I reaaaaaaaally let you in. Like just started out with a sentence and then let ‘er rip for a solid, well how every many words I ended up writing.
Here’s the catch…I want you all to do the same. Let’s call it an exercise in mental stimulation and, well, let’s see what your mind is up to. Now you don’t have to write as much as I’m about to write. Hell, I have no idea how much I’m about to write. But if I give you a starting sentence, where will you take it. No kidnap.
I’m going to randomly make up an intro and then I’m going to run with it.
So I walk outside and a squirrel runs right into my path like he owns the place except he and I both know he doesn’t since I play the mortgage at my home and unless the rules of nature are different than I think they are, animals don’t pay mortgage…or rent, though that would be a hell of a way to make extra money for city coffers even if it is mostly impossible to make animals pay rent since Jordin Sparks wasn’t sure how she was supposed to breathe with no air I’m not sure how an animal pays rent with no wallet…though, wouldn’t it be kind of f*cked up if animals did have real, authentic, like snakeskin wallets…then again, circle of life and what not since animals are outchea feeding on other animals wholesale so perhaps its not as morbid and animalcide as I was going to make it out to be. Gazelles get got you know and sometimes you just have to let the animal kingdom cook. I’m sure that’s a pun. In fact I know it’s a pun. PUN. <—- Look. Big Pun. He was a really good rapper even if he basically had to punch in his vocals over the course of what probably felt like a million hours due to Pun’s inability to stay awake in the vocal booth. He was the opposite of Stay Woke Dog, which actually would be a good name for a movie about a superhero dog named “Stay Woke” whose only super power was his amazing awareness so he’d traipse into communities and “wake them up” with his amazing awareness and ability to open the eyes of the people. You know what, I think I just stumbled on the premise for The Animal Matrix. Instead of a red or blue pill, it would be like Alpo or Science Diet and instead of pods, animals were stuck i dog houses. Why do I keep talking about animals? I don’t know. Why aren’t you talking about them more? That’s the real question. Martin had a dream. Kendrick had a dream. Not Perkins though. Yo, real talk, Kendrick Perkins is like the oldest under-30 year old on the planet. If you told me he was 57 right now I’d believe you. Not quite in the way folks believe in Jesus or faith or anything, but definitely enough to not question you further or even care really since everybody hurts sometimes. Also, everybody’s somebody’s everything. Which is totally true if you didn’t know which means – now – that if you don’t know, now you know, though I guess technically that by the time I said “if you don’t know” you already knew because I already told you. It’s one of those play on words that never quite made much sense JUST LIKE you can’t have your cake and eat it too. This never made sense to me. It should be, you can’t eat your cake and have it too because that makes sense but noooooooooooooooo somebody had to go all Captain Kirk on these hoes and put phrases all out of order which reminds me of my jeep, because I wanna ride it. Speaking of Jeeps. I put my car in the shop yesterday and ordered me a little compact car but the rental place ran out of compacts so they upgraded me for free to a 4-door Jeep Wrangler Sport and I pimped that bad boy out for the day I had it because that’s what Brian Boitano’d do. At this point, I have no idea what even started this excercise but I guarantee that Shaun T was involved. Insanity. Vinsanity. And where the hell is Vin Baker? I say, somebody give me a number 2 pencil cuz they testin’.
I have no idea what I wrote in there or why. I do know that i gave myself 5 minutes to type and that’s what happened. The mind of a brilliant man. Maybe it says nothing about me. Maybe it says everything. Who knows. But its how my mind works.
So…take that first bold sentence up there and WATCH ME WORK let me know how your mind works. Also, it can be 10 words. Or 20. It need not be 600. I just want to know what happens to you when a squirrel walks in your path. In the words of great philosopher king Cam’ron, “let me know”. And yes, its as ridiculous as possible because we need to see where folks go with ridiculousness.
It’s community day here at VSB. Join in. Have fun. Give it a whirl.
Oh, and if that doesn’t work for you, use this opening:
Every now and then I wish I was a tree because…. (I’d have a field day with this one)
-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3