What is this mania that makes us begin talking. Me. What mania drives me to say things? I don't mean writing. I mean the act of speaking. And I don't mean the need to speak ("yes, more please" or "I'll have the three piece dinner") but the crazy urge to talk and talk and talk. I've been stricken by it of late, and now I am suffering from the fallout. The hangover.
I know better than to talk, of course. I think we all do. Talking reveals what we would rather conceal.
Chatter. Patter. Jabber. Prattle. Babble. Blather. Talking like a drunk. Talking like your stoned.
Say more with less. A picture is worth a thousand words. Every picture tells a story, don't it?
"It's hard to find people who are as interested in these things as I am."
ReplyDeleteI have the same trouble as Tom. Not on the topic of rat's teeth specifically--you understand.
yes pictures...but sometimes we need the spoken word and the written word...thanks for the Tom!
ReplyDelete“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
Maybe I should record some of my "should be stoned" rants of late and put them on YouTube.
ReplyDeleteYou should indeed!!!!
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