Flavavision

First, let's put this thing in context:

1. Syn·op·sis (sĭ-nŏp'sĭs)
n., pl. -ses (-sēz).
A brief outline or general view, as of a subject or written work; an abstract or a summary.


2. So•lil•o•quy
n., (su-lil'u-kwē), [key]
1. an utterance or discourse by a person who is talking to himself or herself or is disregardful of or oblivious to any hearers present (often used as a device in drama to disclose a character's innermost thoughts): Hamlet's soliloquy begins with “To be or not to be.”
2. the act of talking while or as if alone.


Translation:
This is what i say to myself, oblivious to any listeners:

I'm an artist. I often become frustrated with myself not having that "feeling" at times. People expect you to have that shit in your back pocket, ready for whatever creative opportunity that awaits their benefit. The "feeling" is that internal discourse and oneness when everything around you is an overwhelming stimulant. The senses are overheightened, overaroused, the mind filled with ideas and creation. The synergetic culmunation of mind, body, and talent, resulting in that visual result that hits that thang just right. It's when you know you laid down some of your best work.

It's been a long time.

An artist, friend, co-worker, and former schoolmate of mine (http://solomons-mind.blogspot.com) writes these incredible blogs. They are often the topic of discussion and debate, as well as inspiration, at the daily gig. Insightful, truthful, opinionated, and funny as hell is his commentary on life's daily struggles, annoyances, and joys. I need an outlet. A creative vector that allows me to act upon this artistic ambition that I often have, when I can't seem to get a flow going. "Flow" is synonymous with "feeling." He suggested that I write my own blog. Serious writing is something that I've planned to do later in life. Hell, why not get my bumps and bruises here, at the same time, journalizing my personal thoughts that will stimulate that visual gift that the universe has equipped me with.

This is where I begin to vent, where I begin to relax, relate, and release in order to ease the flow of ideas, by the fluxing of frustrations...



By the way...
i was dreaming when i wrote this...