Hope I Don't Step In That

 
 
** Denotes the beginning of a tangent in progress.....skip to the next set of **s to save valuable time.
 
**/** = Tangent within a tangent. (Tangent as in wandering off point, not tangent as in a straight line or plane that touches a curve or curved surface at a point, but if extended does not cross it at that point.... C_f)
 
Though normally included in footnotes I believe, decidedly placed here instead...…. possibly due to presently feeling somewhat in a charitable mood.
 
 
Well, dear reader, this piece is not the product of the inspiration I was searching for this morning, but having been in a wee wee depth of a dry spell of late, I seized upon the opportunity and ran with it.
 
Now, if you would be so kind, please bear with me as I contemplate the form I wish to use in presenting this example of time killing.  
Should I use prose, which for me is quicker, or rhyme, of which slows my processing of thoughts to the screen.
Possibly you may wish to treat these moments as I do a commercial on television, run to the kitchen and refill your drink, grab a bite to eat, rush to the bathroom, (sometimes commercials can be things I look forward to), or let the monkeys out of the cage, mount the handlebars on the headboard, grab the jackhammer, and indulge in another session of boring sex....just to kill time.
 
Go ahead, this may take awhile...…
 
 
*metaphorical pencil tapping (in lieu of tapping on keyboard, because that makes a mess on the screen)
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*ear tugging
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*talks to self: "Think I'll use prose due to lacking vocabulary of rhyming words."
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*yawning
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*stretching
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* ass scratching
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*impatient changing of position
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*perturbed expression on face...due to having to round up the monkeys because I left the pen out of the lock.....damned old age.
 
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Well, it's about time you returned, I was about to move on without you.
 
Ok, or should I use Okay, (decisions, decisions), ** thought provoking, how at times, we we, (I), fuss over the words or even the spelling of words, we we, (I) use when writing. Do not, (don't), you feel, (think), it sometimes is the result, (outcome), of how we wish, (want), to portray, (present, reveal, show), ourselves or perhaps, (maybe), even to hide ourselves, ((scratch that second 'ourselves'), for I strive, (try), to, (same with that 'to'), not to over use the same word when writing), behind a façade, (mask), so others will not know we we are not as refined in our daily lives as we we wish to be,.....
or maybe not.  
And then there's the worry of using proper (correct), punctuation, (p-u-n-c-t-u-t-I-o-n, thank God, for auto-spell and spell-check... well, sometimes), that can cause us, (me), fits.
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**/** See boys and girls, this, (the above paragraph)  is what results when one, (I), daydreams ones way through English Comp. in high school. So, for those of you who are still in such a boring situation, "WTFU" and pay attention. Believe me, the time taken to study now, will save you years, of precious minutes down the road, if you don't wish to project yourself as to appear like a complete dunce, (dumb ass).**/**_**
 
Getting back to my original intent...as I was saying, (what was I saying...…..), o yeah, the inspiration for this 'crap'.
 
As I was out in the yard this morning, waiting on Barbee, (our pet Lab), to finish her business, I began noticing how she moved around the area sniffing various spots here and there, perhaps picking up scents of interest, like maybe the fox that, (is that 'that' really needed there?), my daughter saw in the yard last week, it dawned on me, she was doing the same thing I was, only going about it in a different fashion. It's like when we walk in a park or sit and observe things around us, taking mental note of various emotions, happenings and etc. Yes, dear reader, an epiphany, like a bolt of unexpected lightening striking my consciousness, it was as if the dark clouds of my horizons parted and a bright light penetrating my skull, ricocheting through my body, burning awareness that reached all the way to my soul.
Well, I may have exaggerated somewhat there, or possibly indulged in a little poetic licensing, yet all the same she was in fact...... searching for inspiration, and the only difference in the end product of our searches is I know how hers will be viewed by those who venture upon it, and only hope mine will not be thought of likewise.
 
 
Well, if you didn't pick-up on the subtle subliminal clues sprinkled about, leading up to the last paragraph, which should have revealed where all this was going, thus allowing you to abort your reading of it, then I apologize, though placing them in BOLD letters would have defeated the purpose.
 
Likewise, if you did not recognize the short hidden lesson of paying more attention in school and the philosophical peek into our psyche, then I again apologize for my shortcoming in the attempt.
 
Now that that's taken care of, WTF can I get into next?