Martini Mixed Musings..

Juxtaposed.. I pose .. in my repose.. and I impose.. feeling exposed.. I pose.. again.. more eloquently posing.. the juxtapositon of my disposition.
Is there anything sweeter than this? The mere abandonement of being exposed.. all to my disposal.

Utter rubbish.
(I know :) But, its true to me, you see)

Oblong..exterior..rectangular, multidimensional.
Multi-faceted.. I hear, I hear you, so what?

I'm in my zone.
What's that, you ask?
Haa.. Hahahah.. Haa!

Alcohol? It's an easy escape.

Beyond that.. I know.
But do I want you to know me, hear me?

I ask..
I ask again.. and ha-ha, once again.
Well ask-it may add meaning..to your existence.. (and maybe mine) *revised

Does it add to mine? *previous
Umm..I'm beyond that, maybe not.. yet, I indulge, exuberate in my mere existence, of this moment. In my mirth, in my jest, in my 'knowingness', in my 'no-thingness'. In the obsolete, in the obscure, in the knowledge, the zest.. that I have, that I endure, that I accept.. I surrender to it.
(more crushed ice required in that martini, I think.)

One more cigarette smoked into oblivion..into yet another eternal moment.

Sip, sip, I say- hue of magenta illuminated woodwork, I see. I see..hues of purple, blue, true :)
Nurse, cajole and caress that last one. You know you can make it up that hill.. again. :)