technicolor dreamboats

four year old intelligence

phone conversation today

mom: why dont u want to go to school?
her 4 yr old son: they have math and i dont like math
mom: but u need math if u have to grow up
h4yos: i dont like math
mom: math is good for you and ...{all the things a mom would say}..
h4yos: hello hello mama i cant hear you hello
mom: oh good, then we cant go to the party tomorrow
h4yos: hello mama i can hear u now

her 6 year old daughter thinks math is useless now. nobody does math anymore. we have calculators and computers for that.

this kind of wisdom was missin when i grew up, i didnt have it then, i dont have it now.

today i wanna try and take a look at life a little seriously. but before we move on lemme make one thing clear, something thats been on mind for a while now. ive thought about it for a long time and couldnt have reached any other conclusion but this. you see, coaches die or are killed. the indian team not only showed us how they..........wait id better stop, my pressure rising(1....2....3....4....5....6....). i dream, i wake, i work, i sleep and i dream again. what does this have to do with coaches and our cricket team, well.....nothing. my friend had a bit of a traumatic episode, another had a violent one, another went on to celebrate, one still on a vacation.....and i stared at the screen hoping for a magical solution to nothing. the light turned red and the idiot thought he would make it, he didnt. the lebanese mafia grows. everything so random and yet not. however, i do have a theory, a sound one. the more i look at it, the more sense it makes. like i always say, nothing in the universe is random, nothing. and when she smiles does it mean anything, does anything mean anything anymore? it does. i wanted to write about God, i did, but im not ready for it yet. dont have the right words, i have to say a lot, i always do. but will any of it make sense? none of what im writing now is disjointed, it appears so on the surface, reading between the lines will amount to nothing, read around the lines. i am in one of those ungeneralised moods, but its not a bad thing, there is so much running thru, i have a thousand things to say but one thing on my mind. i cant seem to quit my smoking habit. i havent given up on it tho. she came back for a short while, i dont want any part of it. another has been on my mind for the past three years, dont think ill ever the courage to ask her. too much to lose. decisions decisions. i can see the jelly filling starting to drip. will i reach it before it hits the tray? what would my life be without donuts? the lady with the many suits, every mornin i used to see her before i moved. she has a lot of suits. same design. different colours, theres basic blue, teal, white, off white, disgusting white, red (as red as red can get), magenta, ahhh yes the sunflower orange that got eaten up by a hyena and was regurgitated.....it goes on. while im guessin shes a very nice lady, her choice of colors leaves me with a need to pull my eyes out wit a rusty fork. the old man who almosts misses the bus every mornin. why does he still have to work, being so old? those lines speak a lot, i hear you dear old man, i hear you. and as i type this i have gone thru 4 ciggies, not good. the pain still persists, thought it had gone away. and i thank the Big Guy, He has given me chances. He hasnt given up. Thank you.
coming back to what i wanted to say, whats been on my mind for a while now:black is the new black