Inspiration and Procrastibation

Self imposed deadlines just beg to be pushed back.  When your only job is the search for one, the concept of regimentation is an opaque idea.  In an attempt to structure my life I am setting a goal of at least two hours a day put towards design or the facilitation thereof.  Lucky me,  I am now in the spot with this work collection that I need to find “inspiration” and color stories.  Which should read, I need to spend hours looking at pretty pictures and the people that come into my local bar.  The down side is that this particular collection is more grounded, which renders most of my findings irrelevant.  Oh well, into the procrastibation spank bank with ya.

Thirty minutes ago I told myself I was only going to spend ten more minutes on this fandangled contraption.  And here I am.  Still sitting with my back to the window, sun warming the back of my raggedy ass football jersey/pajama top.  It just feels easier to rap with you, my trusted reader, than to put myself together and face the day.  But I will.  My vitamin D meter is in the red and if I don’t go outside I may end up with my head in the oven.  Which is not gas, so the result might be more grotesque than effective.  Ok, now I am just rambling so as to avoid the shower.

Below is some of the inspiration research that hit the cutting room floor.  I will be setting it to the musical stylings of Tears for Fears.  Let us join hands and walk down the halls of my shoe gazing youth…….

I wanted to be with you alone
And talk about the weather
But traditions I can trace against the child in your face
Won’t escape my attention

You keep your distance fear the system of touch
And gentle persuasion
I’m lost in admiration that I need you this much
Oh, you’re wasting my time
You’re just wasting time

Something happens and I’m head over heels
I never find out till I’m head over heels
Something happens and I’m head over heels
Ah don’t take my heart
Don’t break my heart
Don’t throw it away

I made a fire and watching burn
Thought of your future
With one foot in the past now just how long will it last
No no no have you no ambition

My mother and my brothers used to breathe in clean in air (Changes with those…)
And dreaming I’m a doctor (They can’t stop…)
It’s hard to be a man when there’s a gun in your hand
Oh I feel so…

Something happens and I’m head over heels

And this my four leaf clover
I’m on the line, one open mind
This is my four leaf clover
In my minds eye
One little boy, one little man
Funny how, time flies

-Head Over Heels

P.S  If you live in Oregon please get the fuck outside.