the_benz REAListic optimIST feeling the push of accelerated relativism at my back, i watch the visual doppler effect of the trees lessen their whiz as they go by, or is it I who has lessened my whiz as I go by them? the pull of Grandparently time has flattened out the curves of my sinewaves, drawling out the moments languidly lengthening lingering lapses of life. my life has not decellerated its pace, but it is as if everything else has slowed down to catch up. i know this makes no sense in the literal nor linear sense, but that it has the feel of right all the same. it's as if the lotus flower of time has opened up to show its infinite layers of petals in oder to mock the sense of accomplishment or pace to which i may have laid claim. all i can do is play piano and harmonica, and write and sing in an effort to relieve the pressure being placed on these capitulating moments by the lessened pressure outside my hull. if i don't decompress, i may get the benz, and i doubt anyone will be able to ride in the kind of benz i'll get. 050729 what's it to you? who go blather from