Words and Sentances

words. words on a page. teach them to misbehave. wave their rags, wine and dance. and do tricks. obey. conform. Make them suffer under the indecisiveness that comes when you aren't quite sure of what to write next. Let their anticipation build. Who will be chosen next? 'deceived' perhaps, 'ostentatious', 'gullible'.. no these are not words that somehow describe me, I am merely rambling. This is neither poetry nor a spoken word prompt sheet. My phone is ringing, that answering machine comes on way too quickly. And it's far too loud. My dad is back in the country, I need to get my phone fixed. F)@*J@#U Nokia 5500. Worst phone decision of my life. It's so bad I'm quite confident in this designation at this (hopefully) early stage of my life. Some people leave us too soon. Others just can't seem to be gone soon enough. Those two groups of people should meet and teach each other some things. Perhaps they could just switch places.
What is it with women? and women and men? We have such different modus operandi and tendencies. And yet no man and no woman can totally figure out the other sex. or gender. or whatever pc term they using these days. If a man has a sex change and likes men is he gay? no because he's now a she? was his surgeon God? no? what does his birth certificate say? male? then what's the discussion? If I clone a sheep is it the same sheep as before or a new sheep? and why would you want a new sheep? was the old sheep not good enough? Imagine the insecurity complex that would develop in the old sheep. My words flow forth like the water WASA is not allowed to give us. Which is to say, not very flowy anyway cus it's WASA. I didn't think I'd need to explain that metaphor but I leave nothing to...what music am I feeling to listen to? what am I feeling to do? why am I not still asleep, I have football later. Hopefully. Hope.. hope is a strange thing. I find myself saying sometimes 'I hope but I doubt'. I think this brings across my mentality towards life in general. I'm neither optimistic nor pessimistic. I'm a realist as cliche as that sounds.. but a realist with a touch of fantasy. Perhaps that keeps me sane. So many things do. Well no, not many things do, but the ones that do are good at their job. For the time being. Perhaps I should stop now and play poker. Is it possible to say this started out with some promise but ended up not fulfilling its potential? you know, seeing as this has all been random.. apparently I'm funny. Not funny gay, funny haha. Not that I have anything against gay people, just the gay lifestyle. I DO have something against annoying people who happen to be gay though. Maybe I should get a proper stance on abortion and the death penalty. It'd be hypocritical of me to think I could take someone's life but then fight against the death penalty huh? well I've never claimed to not be a hypocrite. Abortion.. nope, not that easy. If your body is a lease from God can we do some renovations? I suppose that'd be more along the lines of tattoos and piercings though. An abortion would be like throwing out the living room furniture because it didn't go with your new colour scheme. or something.
didn't I say I was ending this? the poker.. it calls to me. beckoning.. comeee, comeee to meee. Play with meee, use meeee... or it could be my guitar speaking. Why am I communicating with inanimate objects anyway? Maybe I should ignore them to teach them a lesson. Perhaps I should stop personifying them as well. Maybe this is one of the things that keeps me sane. And laughter. Laughing at myself especially. If laughter is the spice of life, call me Grenada.