Damn it(s),  got so/too much going on in my head at times—>  Concurrently–>
It’s vivid in there.   So imagine Jane’s Addiction and Mike Ditka co-hosting a soul food cooking show with a Mediterranean bent       +   some visuals.    Thoughts and memories can be shaken up like a snow-globe. Yesterday’s mistakes heckle today’s progress.   There’s a tidge of leftover jargon floating about.  And sounds, like every middle-school band all playing at the same time in the same gym while a trapeze act corresponds with the square root of G in the rafters.  You know what I mean?         Maybe no not.

It doesn’t matter too much, because at other times it’s crystal silent clear inside.  Like not yet formed mist.