For What Profits the Man if He Gains the World but Loses His Soul?
With that I propose, one also nary a guess I'd be mulling such lifes' wonders not asleep as I should. My back is breaking and my fingers grow numb, I'd a hard go at turning that in, for "Whoa as me" not here, No thanks, just No.
I have an Angelic wife, the cornerstone of what we call life, c'est la vie say the French and wave their white flags, V V Vincit say the Romans, a fleeting glance down to the filth for the Tyrants; the Tyrants "got swag." I've been blessed with an education on paper second to some, but from heaven to earth and 5 times around, it's doubtful I'd find an educated lad with a discourse second to but one. Mensa I'm not, actually how would they know? I'd feed destitute children, give them water, for a week. Mensa is not Mensa I suppose, all for show I nary a guess...some good it doest have, for stroking egos I'd guesstimate, and another plaque they must have.
It finds me dumbstruck sitting here, like a Polish man in a pub with 3 Irishmen wondering "Who took my beer?" Is it silly to imbibe upon myself such a quest, of one I can hope, but know with all my heart there shall be no rest? Is this world the one for which we signed up, it's not a prank, no joke, I can attest -- excuse me if you are searching for the aisle to be graded, there's a sign that says "TEST." Test what I wonder, slightly amused at the font some idiot, or moron, they'd use. "Surely not 72pt font with Comic Sans in Bold Black" I fear I am right - and for that I just want to kick myself, who the heck knows that info, ME, admittedly so, maybe to Princeton, MIT, or Harvard after high school my son will adopt, because Lincoln Gaynor Griffin, such oddities of the mind, you aren't lacking or missing, it's purity of the mind and the begotten souled that keeps Shaun G Griffin up at this hour.
If the pen is mightier, mightier it must be "than what is the mightiest or otherwise weakest - and is it just 3?" A muse would be unamused at my musings I suggest, but muse not lest ye be mused is oddly enough the amusing answer I get, for I offended my Muse, I had no idea I thought, "Can muses read minds, if so, can I blame it on Rum?" I may be amusing to some, as I chased mine away, as if to say in today's day and age, that I had a muse and it be alive and true, for the charmed are the blessed, to this we may all attest. Amusing at best, I offended him, innovation is his nature, new ideas, visionary thinking, an altruists heart - now my muse ran away, "What now?" I do ask - "Off to see what Ol' Man Dunson is doing, I'll report back at your bequest." "Ol' Man Dunson!?" I say, one dog jostled one as if to say - do you think you're original after all, you're Polish and Irish - "Let musings be damned!" I wanted to say, but someone was outside and lest me sound gay, or MERRY, let's see....Christmas is merely a dozen days yet away! Wait, did I say "bequest" or "behest" up above...at this point, my cares CA-- --- - ----- NARY be found, but this pillow, it's looking good, it may steal some rest "Maybe i should go running?" "FROM WHO" my mind doth detest....I give them both the two finger salute and lay my head down, it's these thoughts and these "isms" borishly and seemingly sound, but whilst I know their secret, not ethereal, electric or clever, just one neuron firing nonsense to another, while teetering on the brink...of.....a....lever....
If I only had another dollar, I think is what started this book. (I wonder if I can sell it to my dad, he does have a Nook?) Back to that later I think, I'm right on the BRINK of knowing, not omnipotence as it were and of that I AM sure - If I only knew what I had meant when I wrote what I did, for I did write it as clearly as day, to this day I did write what I say, I see it above, a linguist, artist, or novelist I'm not - so on this Tuesday as my mind it does wonder, "Shaun, what the heck bro? You, me, the bed, sleep...it's calling us under...the blankets I guess, it answers in anticipation of my own question; I'm talking to myself or am I, that's the question."
Stop here though I may, probably delete it all for today. I'll say I wrote while on some exotic drug, a drink, perhaps a Cayman Manta Ray? Good idea I think. So I get up, grab the remote as I make a fleeting glance at the sink - maybe I should take a shower now? "That's kinda dumb" I say outloud, Hailey looks at me as if to say shut it down, Cooper yawns and rolls over, my phone makes a beep...if that's a text I'm doomed, a text haveth me....oh yay, for this Griffin's vexed.
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