San Chino calls it stream of conscious writing.  This is my everyday version.

Here I am minding everybody’s business and nothing is happening.  People say it’s an exciting world, but in suburbia excitement is outlawed.  Yes, by the majority.  This is America after all.

Ribbons.  Not regular ribbons, or even ribbons in a little girl’s hair.  The magnetic ones.  Low rider pants big in da hood?  Magnetic ribbons are in mine.  What a trend, what a fad.  Wonder how long before those ribbons are exchanged for something more happening, more hip?

But not exciting.

The trees are naked now.  Waif thin and all arms.  The grass is still green.  Hardy grass, refuses to give up the fight to old man winter who dropped some dandruff on it this morning.  But the grass teamed up with the sun and scorched that dandruffs ass and sent old man winter away in a frost.  Battle won.  On to war.

Homework is parent work.  Right now I’m relearning my multiplication facts that I just learned over the summer, but forgot in the few months since school started.  Math is steps.  Can’t skip one to get to the next.  Every step has to be memorized, filed, worked and mastered or the voyage to the top stops.

I’d rather take the elevator.

Cortisol test.  Too much too little?  Pee in this bucket for 24 hours and nowhere else.  Then dump it into a jug and bring it to the lab for testing.  Oh, by the way, the pee has to be refrigerated every time you empty the bladder.  Yeah, right.  Pee in the refrigerator?  The least old man winter can do is cool my piss.

Big yellow and black beasts forget kids occasionally.  The bus rumbles down the pavement, shaking the walls of houses, swallowing children left and right.  They smile from holes in its belly.  Today the beast did not stop and the little chicken nuggets begged my mini van to eat and regurgitate them at the destination of their choice.  It wasn’t hungry.  The neighbor swallowed them.

Plastic people in degrees, the hotter the mold the higher the debt.  Debt is a friend, it wants to make life comfortable, easy, just give a body what they deserve.  More plastic.  Whoever has the most when they die, wins.  Ulcers, divorce, and more plastic.  Round and round she goes……..

Normal.  Average. Boring.

A magnetic ribbon.