And then...

Did lots free writing yesterday in Washington Square Park. Maybe I'll take some time out to actually expand on it and type it up. Some of the more fun stuff, for free, just for you:

• How novel to think that the happiness of many can depend on and not burden the shoulders of one.
• Music- the utmost informal path to one's heart and happiness.
• If the world can be joined together by the simplest rhythms and melodies, we ought to have amplifiers set up in every corner of the world.
• I will never understand why more humans don't follow what their heart trusts and what they love.
• I imagine that even the most talented people suffer a moment of loss and confusion.
• Writing prose is writing lyrics for those without a musical bone.
• Every baby should be a leash baby.
• The most beloved man will be the one who creates a teleporter. He will be my favorite.

OH. AND I wrote a few Haikus because I like 'em; maybe I will turn them into sonnets, because I am capable of that; here's two Haikus:

Light little ditties
Sung of a nonchalant nature
Make strangers smile.
(inspired by random musicians in the park)

Dancing in the rain
The pitter patter of clouds
Gives its own rhythm.
(inspired by little kids running around in a fountain. Also in the park.)

... Moving on. I like parks. I hate parking. See the difference? Does anyone have any Rufus Wainwright I can borrow? I wish I could lick my elbow. Mojito Mint Orbit gum is delicious! Legal pads are the best things to write on. I probably should have pursued/stayed with music as a child and thusly as a teenager and adult. One day, I will read Anna Karenina; it is a novel of a large size. Justine Henin, she's so graceful. The most interesting/fun people to watch are the ones who do what they love and don't hide it. I love Titanic. I can't wait for football season to start. I should finish my scrap book, or at least get past the "start" point. Here's some artwork, because I am next to incapable of drawing and rely on a QWERTY keyboard as my tool:

______ That's a desert.
_/==\_  That's a plateau.
__/\__  Yup. Mountain. :)
_ iiiiiii_ Great Plains.

Have you ever found a book that you really really wanted, hardcover, at a great price, and felt so overwhelmed that you teared up and cried when you read the first page? No? I HAVE! Hooray! Went to Strands and found Teacher Man, the last book in the Frank McCourt "trilogy"  for six bucks and some change. w00t. Planning on going back there to pick up all the books I've ever wanted. Good deal. On the top of the list:
Holes. An Edith Piaf biography. A nice hardcover of Peter Pan. Any nice hardcover of Jane Austen, I like her. More Hemingway (can certainly be found).

I've been writing in an awful amount of fragments lately. Ah, the effect of Twitter. I miss my stylistic run ons. I should go back to those.

Aaaaaand that's my thought process for now. Cheers. Expect more organized patterns of speech in the somewhat near future. Meaning two weeks. Maybe more. Maybe less.