Windows to the soul, gateway to my mind. These eyes have seen it all, as in everything. I've determined my worth/preference and judged others. So here I sit, on the cusp of personal change with randomized thoughts. TBS Minority Report, this is the current. I've watched it a lifetime ago. Different place, different me. I can remember curiosity peaking to intrigue and how it effected me. But here in this now, I the brevity of what it was, any sort of fascination I felt towards it back then is lost.

Changes, not just because Tom Cruise is a fucking weirdo, not because I'm waxing semi-poetic about what was. No bravado, no swagger, I'm playing the odds. In simple terms, calculated risk. Mad as fuck the Sixers lost to Boston. Futile as a thought unexecuted. My mind wanders to Zurich. I'm coughing up rainbows and I think I might die. Watching Elijah Wood in Hooligans and sleeping on a strangers floor through the benefits of another stranger. There's a lot that happens between the seconds of there and here. A gift of magic powder, complete with instructions that say if applied correctly one day you (as in me) will be able to do anything.

I think of the City of Angels. So much of my future is placed on my hope for success or eminent failure there. I think of the concrete decisions of some I respect, and how much one person, as well as some personal situations have affected their plans to go the other way. Perspective, you're either lucky or blessed. That being said at one point at time we've all been and had indiscretions.

If this makes sense to you, gold star you understand. if not? I hope you were remotely entertained.

Long Standing...
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