Mysterious Mind

The mind is a mysterious thing.....know what I mean???

It don't make no matter how hard I try, my mind goes off into uncharted areas where no mind should encounter. This is a sign of an active mind...although it may also be a sign of some sort of a disorder. I'll have to think bout that.

In order for the mind to function to it's full capacity, one needs to be in his "place". A special place where you can sit back and relax, shut out the turmoils of this world, have a delicious drink of choice and "do some think'n". Some people don't have such a place, so naturally, they never experience thinking. Just like last night. I was sit'n on "da porch" (my "place") sip'n a cup and think'n, "what ya gonna do tomorrow"? After bout 30 minutes I had think of a hunert things to do, the consequences, the probabilities of success, health issues, reasoning and I come up with "nuttin". But "do'n nuttin" ain't what's important, it's the thought process what come up with absolutely nuttin important to do.

One thing on the agenda for today is to change the propeller on my remote control fly'n machine. This may not be at all exciting to you, but for a thinker, it makes all the sense in the world. Ya see, I was think'n, what will it sound like with that other propeller? Will it run better with that other propeller? Will it ever fly?

And then I got to think'n bout the birds what come to my house to eat every night. There's stuff in their way for eat'n what needs to go to the trash pile. And then there's some weeds in their way. Ya don't find birds exciting??? Well old Billy Bob do. Just like bout 6:30 last night....there was a gazillion brown headed cow birds and black birds drop in for a treat. And then here come a batch of quail...bout 40 or so. A couple rabbits chew'n down on the pieces of corn and an old rotten cantilope what I throwed out there 'cause it stank in the fridge.

Ok....I run slap out of writ'n stuff. Gonna go out on "da porch", sip a cup and do some think'n.