.. bringing out forgotten peaces of something. Forget means throw out. Means to put an item in the dump. Burn it. Blow the ash and don’t even look after it. Even in an imaginary way .
Brain is replete of useless items.
That’s why brain has a trash folder too.
It’s practical and hygienic. Just ‘secure empty trash’. And feel the real confort.
I’ll eat it.
Two feets they come a creepin’
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin’ naked
Creeper think he got nothin’ to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man’s reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes
It’s the Saturday night special
Got a barrel that’s blue and cold
Ain’t no good for nothin’
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim’s been drinkin’ whiskey
And playing poker on a losin’ night
And pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin’
Somebody been cheatin’ and lyin’
So Big Jim commences to fightin’
I wouldn’t tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pull his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes
Well hand guns are made for killin’
They ain’t no good for nothin’ else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don’t we dump ’em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some ole fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me
Lynyrd Skynyrd “Saturday Night Special”, Sngwr: Edward King & Ronnie Van Zant
First time I try this. Funny how brain works in its own brain-storming.
One direction thinking. A sequence of consciousness that makes thoughts turn to things.
First time I try this.
My personal brain-drawing.
older than that,
or maybe not
..I think at this point
I don’t care a lot