Stories
Fragmented convolution… delivered in drips & drabs. From the pages of my morning journal… Gestalt – thoughts developed by the line… making meaning one entry at a time.
The Convolution Solution
From the desk of theSteveCastonShow… a thing in progress… process… Try not to think about it too much… but worry how it might be perceived… that gets in the way of the flow… and what you are trying (or trying not) to say… There is nothing amiss… just…
This way… that way
I mean… who the heck is always the same way?… I think of myself as a fairly happy and positive person… but some days I am a bitch… actually… every day… I’m both… I’m “all of the above”… I’m also “to be decided”… and “under construction”… and “God…
A short Christmas Ditty
Every few years I get the itch to come up with a “Christmas Song”… or something seasonal. Don’t know why… there’s a melancholy about this time of year… I’m not morose or a Scrooge or anything… it all just feels a little empty. This year I pulled out the old…
The Possibility… the possibility… Time is short
A short note I wrote to myself today. There is only so much time… an unreasonably short amount of time… no matter how much of it there is… It’s running out… It’s running out and I haven’t even scratched the surface… I am paralyzed by the possibility and…
Don’t Know How Tuff-et is…
As usual I just go and don’t think about it. So I can’t explain anything… but that’s probably fine. I will continue and just keep going until I figure it out. Maybe I won’t… that’s life… I sit here and do the thing I need to do to maintain my sanity… Whatever…
It’s ok to “play” guitar – play is good… just strum and sing your heart out
This from a few days ago. Just ends up on the page. Not sure I was able to communicate what I wanted to say. But there’s something about the stream of “stuff” which interests me… the kind of thing I return to later and try to make sense of. Bringing new information….
Humble and Salad… Writing faster than you think.
Stay Humble… Stay weird… that’s the criteria for us, my dear. Lettuce be fruitful… and do the works… Little feets every day-continue to traverse. Try not to be angry… except when it helps… That Rotten Guy said it…it’s true i guess (Anger and Energy……
Every day is fecund… sow your seeds…grow…do something great…
No offense… this stuff just drips from the pen and I let it be. It’s sort of a little meditation to get the day started… Sometimes knowing that someone will see this stuff makes me a little uncomfortable… but I’m trying to be less “comfortable” – so maybe that’s…
Not Paranoid…just reminding myself to think for myself
It’s the thoughts which define us… And there are methods of control which begin with controlling our thoughts and thus move on to defining us. Nothing so ominous as scheming cults of illuminati… just the scared pathetic megalomaniacs who need worshipping throngs…
Starting fresh… clearing out the bugs… again
my mind was infected when i was a child. There were things said by people in charge…who said what they did based on what they thought they had to. Eating it up – that’s what kids do… Because the experts are the ones who are bigger than you. I hear the buzzing…