My Undivided Attention

Note Cards for my Conscious.

Mammoth- In A Hole

Through My Eyes by Dr. Impressive Chapter 4 (so far)

The Initiative part 2
When the documents arrive, it's not like a mailman comes and knocks on your window to make sure you home and to check up on you.  The personality is all gone when you take away the uniform and grind down the old man's face to sheet metal.  It just comes then puts whatever it is carrying that day into it's designated location and off it goes.  Watching all of this happen, while remembering living when being a mailman was an actual profession doesn't sit right.  All small-end communications has been thrown through the window for the slightest convenience. 

Through My Eyes by Dr. Impressive The Ending to Chapter 3

After exiting the steel doors, i begin to stare around and really start to look at the city.  The amazement in architecture and the height.  Goals accomplished.  Buildings used to be a race.  If you had the biggest, it actually meant something.  A friendly game of cat and mouse that nations would partake in.   That was when the communication lines were open.  Constantly trading ideas so we could not only better ourselves but the world too.  The we resided back into the Middle Ages.  Everyone is out for themselves.  No more aid, no more healing hands.  If your not making money then your wasting it.  And no one these days would think of wasting money.

Through My Eyes by Dr. Impressive Chapter 3 (so far)

The Dissection
Through the crumples of the piles of paper, i finally find the right one.  My plans to end all this debacle in a timely manner.  And after failing my persuasion techniques with the other two.  I now need to persuade myself once again.  If people can not see my point of view on the subject, maybe i am the one who is just wrong.  But i finally found that piece of paper after hours searching.  Why have i littered my room with random sheets of paper.  Probably just so i can loose the ones that mean the most to me.  To have the sense of loss and the ever-growing determination of fear.  Striking after searching that "one" spot you thought it would be.  Then saying "shit" and "fuck" a few times and going back into the game.  You either have two options.  To keep playing the game, keep searching, keep getting more and more aggravated and irritated until you either succumb to the second option or, more importantly, find the object that is lost.  That moment of pure ecstasy when you lie your hands on that long, lost treasure.  But then there is always option two.  Once you checked all those secure, obvious locations and you finally ended up on the notion of failure.  Then you start again.  Trying to piece together the ideas on that page, what you had before and all the grand ideas, and then you add more.  It is a new-age brainstorm.