stream of conciousness rules over all other forms of writing except poetry which is cool because there are some pretty cool poets but there are some bad ones too there's good and bad in everything just like paul mccartney says in ebony and ivory

Jun 11 13:30 UTC 1994

try *this* for stream of conciousness writing
wrote it in a single sitting,
then came back and made a poem of it
as i stop to think and watch time sweep by like a 
swift broom across the cobwebs of the mind and 
such spiders that live in those cobwebs
come out and scurry about 
hurry about 
worry about
 and stall for time sweeps by like a broom

and i wonder maybe what would i do better next time around 
a circle can turn forever but we only turn once more 
like a spiral you spin for a while 
but when you hit the end 
youUre at the end and you fall off and into nothingness 
nothing like stopping to think to clear the olU brain out says he 
and i agree

so i says to him iUd take my time
slow down enjoy the ride and maybe
smell the flowers along the way and he says
but all the flowers have bees
 and the ride is rickety and slow iUd run faster and go farther while i can 
but youUd just hit the end of your spiral sooner says me 
and pooh says he 
i could run forever but sooner or later i know 
his spiral ran out i could see it spin 

i can see your spiral says me i can see it spin if i look 
and itUs about to end i donUt care says he iUll run forever 
or at least iUll try
and thatUs when he died
so i stop to think and wonder and watch
my spiral go through itUs last few turns 
i stopped to smell the roses
and enjoy the ride
and i ran out anyway 
and the spiders and the broom come to mind one last time

        the broom will make another pass
                the spiral another spin
                        and the gates are let down, and the world let in

so says me, 
and sure enough it came true 
the gates came down the world came through and that was that

        so hiding from reality
                the spiral that we all can see
                        the spiral that we try to flee
                                we spin our last and set us free
                                
        the broom will make another pass
                the spiral another spin
                        and the gates are let down; 
                                and the world comes in

sorry 'bout those U's, they should be apostrophes
        --jkrauss