Mi Ultimo Pendejo Garapon

I woke up this morning with a blunt realization that I seem to have lost my brain and my overly acute imagination was brewing like an afternoon storm. Swarmed by irrational feats and drowning in doldrums. This feats, what do you reckon? Just what am I talking about? I think I am emotionally incapacitated. There I said it. I think I am stark naked in the rain of stupidity. There I said it again. Emotionally incapacitated? What exactly is that? I've no idea. I think I just made this bloody thing up on the account that I still don't have my brain back.

Some days, just like this one, are dismal. However, that is not the case all the time. I've had better days, good days. I'm just allowing myself to wallow in a poetic misery and hurt once in a while. Not that I'm a poet or miserable for that matter. These raw feelings just keep my inner creative intact, keep the words flowing.

Despite it all, I could have been happy. A quite happiness to be sure but happy nonetheless. Sometimes, it is knowledge that could poison us. Knowledge of things we are not bound to know and learn. So, I think today I'd better go home and plant camote. har har.