I really thought diorama

this is as pure it comes, or goes depending on what viewpoint you have in this sordid business that is blogs. i hate that word. blog. it is so very unattractive to me. brain > fingers > keyboard > monitor > eyes > brain. i have no idea what i am wanting to say today and that excites me to no end. the fruit is rusting on the vine, the fruit is calling from the trees. i bought a pack of assorted rainbow fine point sharpies today and i cant help but keep them in roygbiv order. i tried in vain to toss them aside but i have returned them to the proper order 5 or 6 times now today. > my coworker knows something is up too but i am surely not talking. not yet. if you want to know just ask. don’t try your schoolyard psychology tactics with me buddy, it won’t work. at best i will take the time to make it even more intriguing and less understanding... if i have the time. at worst i will just ignore you and play the i-dont-speak-english-or-hear-well-or-see-well-game. < so i have all the rainbow and a white and a black paint market(-t+r) too, so where the fuck do they go? i placed black underneath the row of colors and the white on top. it seems to make sense but something about the little set up is wrong. i can feel it in me bones i tell ya. now please keep in mind, this is unfiltered me so step back from the lights please. there can be no judging here. the markers, yes! when i wrote "set up is all wrong" I really thought diorama, which is kind of misplaced with a set of sharpies right? a diorama is essentially a three-dimensional model usually enclosed in a glass showcase of some sort. so why do i place persona’s with my markers? little cute faces? i have 13 ghosts on my desk, all with different faces, all white, all dead. my markers want them so badly. and the red whispers "just a little blood, it will look great". but no, it wont really look that good on a white-sheeted ghost. ghosts don’t bleed. come on. black and white and white and black and that is it. but lo and behold i turn to my right and the little ghosts’ once empty eye socket is full of blood and a little drippy too. fucking red. fucking arrogant marker... sooo not using that one for a week at least. i’m keeping the ruined ghost too, cuz you cant just trash a spirit, but the marker is going to learn who’s boss. black over white and white under black. no. that is backwards. what is it about fridays that wind me up to spring? nothing ever actually happens. i wrote most of this like this:

third thought
first thought >then i took a deep breath and thought of someone pleasant.
second thought