Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Chaos Genius


With not so much as a blink for a warning, my thoughts tend to march off. Their path is dictated by tangential leaps and non sequitur turns. One can liken it to this example of a YouTube search:

We have a woman. Let’s call her Mandy. Mandy types something inane into her search bar. Her quest might begin with ‘people attacked by animals funny.’ Forty-five minutes later, she’s glaring at a still screen of orange flesh, violently poking her mouse pad to make it refresh. Time Warner can’t seem to buffer a video titled “Makeup Tutorial: How To Fake Abs Using Bronzer” and she’s left without directions to apply the shimmer powder over the bronzer. Mandy is in a ‘streaming K-hole.’ When she realizes her agitated mood, Mandy emerges from her trance. She has no idea how she got from a camel spitting on a reporter to pudge-contouring.

And that is how my brain functions. Or malfunctions. Mind you, I have no list of recent searches, much less a History tab; and my connection operates at an immeasurable rate of brain speed.

Do

       You
              See
                                                                How
                                                                                     Little
                                                                                               Effort
   Is
       Required
                            To
Derail
Me
While
                       I
                                   Must
   Work
                     Tirelessly
To
       Steer
                                                                                    Even
                                                                               Just
        Slightly
               Back
                                                                      On
                                                                Track
                                                             ?


          Be patient... Under the hood rumbles a wild intelligence and unmatched desire.

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