You Don’t Get To Tell Me How It Ends Before It’s Over (Capacity Pt. 26)
Remember when this was done? That one time when there nothing no more to come? I do. Don’t you? Don’t you already remember the conclusion? It’s always been with us. It’s already a flashback. There’s no next episode because it already occurred and the series has reached its finale. Tomorrow it’ll be a #throwbackthursday, #tbt post on twitter. I just know it because I lived. Didn’t you?
What The Hell Is That Smell (Capacity Pt. 25)
OMG. You know the capacity when you’ve reached it. Nobody talks about it but I do. I will. I always will. First the blackout then the brownouts, the roving of lights removed from windows then the smell. Don’t act like you don’t know about it. We all do. It’s a stink that could make gears give up their duties if they weren’t around just to get this job done. Machines won’t stop for the inconveniences of the sensatory. They can always push past where people fail when it comes to the weaknesses of being susceptible to sensation. It’s our fatal flaw and maybe how we got here the first place. We couldn’t handle reality and now look at us living this speculative existence.
Every Now If Not Again (Capacity Pt. 24)
I know I speak too often in ‘sometimes’ but nothing is ever ‘every time’ or ‘all the time’ is it? I mean, can you have anything more than once? Or, is it now or nothing? How do we accept our endings? Do we call it ‘happy’ just because it’s over? Yeah, sometimes we have to. I congratulate my losses for being able to leave.
Who Said What To Whom (Capacity Pt. 23)
You ever hear some shit that turns your insides to piss and vinegar? Just a few words can suck all the honey out of you if you let and I like to let it. How about you? I need a good reason to be in a bad mood. Without that I’d just be asleep at the wheel, so to speak. I think we all need a little rage in our gas tanks to keep us going but rage is nothing without reason.
So, anyway, I heard well overheard somebody talking the other day and oh sweet Jesus, I wish I could’ve kicked their words right back down their throats but I’m too nice to do that. Or, maybe I just didn’t want to lose a fight with some douchebags that day. On another day, who knows, I have my limits and I’m getting close to the edge. A person just like their town can also reach capacity.
A Little Snow Is Good For The Soul (Capacity Pt. 22)
I like it when the world slows down for a bit. When this place goes a little Lake Woebegone for a few months. Snow is the way nature has chosen to scatter its Sandman dust over us folks. Snow puts us a bit more at ease. Into a state of rest – well except when the cabin fever strikes then, it’s positively sadistic. Like the clouds get off on your frustration.
Winter isn’t too long around these parts but it’s certainly long enough. I mean, even one cold day can feel like an eternity. Put enough snow on the ground and you consider a nap your best form of attack. Sleep is a weapon. Sometimes the only way to fight the weather is with somnipunk. Just take a respite from the falling snow and wake up when it’s all over. Hibernation is a powerful thing. It feeds the soul when the body can no longer fight for itself.
Comeuppance Of Age (Capacity Pt.21)
When you’re a kid you have some ideas about how the way the world works. You need to. Every good plan starts with a firm foundation. We go to school with the thought that maybe we’ll learn something that will help us get ahead and get out of this world. Or at least get out of this version of the world.
Then one day we grow up. We don’t know exactly when we’ll grow up but one day we’ll know that we’re an adult. And being adult happens differently for each person. Likewise being a kid never stops for some and being a kid comes with its own subjective understandings.
For me, one day I was a college kid and then I wasn’t. 21 wasn’t easy and it’s been worse since then. My parents ‘died’ one after another when I hit 21 and I’ve been on my own ever since. This is when I started to get a grasp of the capacity and I think I know how it works. That’s when I started rusting. Maybe I’m a hoarder but we’ll need more parts some day. I’m promising you that.
Guaranteed (Capacity Pt. 20)
Are You Looking For Something?
I’ll find it guaranteed.
Contact me anytime of day or night
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and for the old fashioned folk call me at 555-Go Get It
I’m around and I’ll find whatever you’ve lost.