4-24-03-Moments notice of a second thought
Why, in all Greek related words, is f written as ph? It makes no logical sense, or even unlogical sense. It is helpful, though. If a word has a ph instead of an f, you know it’s origin is almost positively Greek. And this sentence has nothing to do with the paragraph by which it is surrounded. English is confusing enough without messed up Greek to help it along.

This is a day in which I did not miss CSI.

So much to say, so little to say it with. Or to. Or some such. The mind is a well spring of thought bearing on idea, and is untapped and wasted for most of a life, at almost every waking hour. Few people attempt to use their brains to their fullest potential, often attempting not to use their brains at all. Some things never change, some things must.

He hit him. No provocation. Or so he said. Of course he was lying. Otherwise, he would be telling the truth. And he couldn’t. Or at least wouldn’t. Or so they said. But they were lying. He told them the sky was blue. They couldn’t believe it. He said something that was true. They didn’t know what to do. This is what she told me. Flabbergasted, they said he was still lying. But he wasn’t. Or so she said. She must be lying. But they say she wasn’t. They say she new what the other they were doing perfectly. And she wasn’t lying. So he hit them. All of them. Or so they said. They weren’t lying. But he had provocation. They all knew that. Or so he said. And he couldn’t be lying. Because the sky was blue. Or so everyone said. Everyone never is lying. Or so I thought. . .

A time it is to turn away, to thoughts anew another day, and bring the song of the soul, to work itself on a different whole, with words and thoughts and ideas and views, all telling a tale full of what is not true, an interesting twist to an unknown tale, brought forth from behind the vale. No more rhyme. Too much rhyme! It must stop, and it is now done.

What is humor? Is it a failed attempt to create a non-hostile environment, or is it something else? I doubt it’s the first, because that was no more than a random conglomeration of words, with hardly a thought to unite them. Cough-cough. I have a cough. It disrupts my writing, but it makes for interesting conversation interrupters or school agitators. What is it with the ending rupter? It has a meaning somehow related to breaking down or lack of unity, but it is more(and less) than that. It suppose it shall wait for the scholars.

It is quite unpleasant to wound oneself while eating. Being tabbed with a fork, chocking on a cookie, spilling burning food on yourself, all unpleasant. Particularly painful is burning the roof of your mouth, because it hurts for a long time, and every time you move your tongue(in such moments as speech or swallowing). Or at least that’s how I feel at the moment.

Classical piano has made its return debut to by CD player, having possibly played there before, but is nothing heard at any recent time. It is joined by a live recorded concert of DC talk, in addition to a movie symphony soundtrack, as well as Japanese English soundtrack. Of all these, none is more noisy than the one that is currently playing. And so ends the response to sound. Or so I said.