Regurgitation

Regurgitating, repeating, redoing, mistakes, solutions, new problems, same mistakes, same solutions. I'm getting nowhere. Verbally repeating a story or instruction is an side-effect of forgetting or lack of trust. The latter occurs often in situations involving impression targets incapable of recalling simple matters, manifesting in the assumption of stupidity and the requirement of regurgitation. They need your advice, they don't have to ask for you to force it on them. Or is it not important for them or their sleeping mind to permanently store the superfluous stuff you tell?

The internet, in particular the world wide web as we know it, is a device designed for redundancy and the copy of copied data. If you write it once, you can read it everywhere, and so can everyone else you never wanted to have read it, read it. Typical news flows exercise the science of regurgitating small snippets, rivers of strained sociology spawned in simple seeds of action or mere presence. A steering challenge even for a ship of focus, veering to islands of worth in the acidic vomit sea of anonymity.

Copious copies of comment cataphonics; echoes of honest ideas churned and spurned in childish rebuke, snooty basement laughter. A glowing screen, glaring monitors, punched repeatedly in the face to reveal mocked textuality and imagery standing on squares. Anyone here is a hero to themselves, quickly forgotten, lost in the pile-on of popping wagon hoppers. Axes grind in sooty mush, minds gone untended and blandly burdened by modern materialism. Goals as grass mowed beneath blades of boredom bolted to pedantic purpose, still glued to self-imposed castes. Cynicism wins bouts of text brawling.

Rambling and randomness, just let yourself go. Run.

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This entry is for week 8 of our blog club; don't forget to read Julie's comparison of birds and cliches.