My Glitches Are Sketchy

Good, are we  on the same page??

Wow, I think  what I've learned is to put a drum beat on the stereo, first thing in the morning, and then open the audio studio and be ready to put some rhythm guitar part to it, on a wim..

Then, I can  jump over to the microphone and capture anything I might suddenly want to play over that beat. 

This might even be taken to the extreme of seeing something on Facebook, or somewhere, and expressing my thoughts about it in the form of a musical passage in the JiangNa style. That is what the beat is called that I've been playing over for a couple days, now..

[inserts JiangNa beat  research here...]

Jiangnan drum beats are characterized by a combination of powerful, rhythmic, and culturally rich percussion, often utilized in traditional performances to celebrate festivals, rituals, and artistic expressions, such as those performed by Wang Jianan in "Battle Drums" or within the context of Jiangnan sizhu instrumental music

There's a box  of macaroni and cheese in the front lobby. Right now it's like a shot of heroin, as far as how I'm representing it in my brain...

I could probably  put some cayenne pepper in it, and turn it into zesty macaroni and cheese..

The price would  be slightly itchy skin and/or scalp about 12 hours after ingesting; and redness of the skin wherever it was scratched, over the next couple days...

A couple days  ago, it was a fresh loaf of bread -a Whole Foods product, misshapen in form due to them not having used gums and other agents to make it sponge-like- in the pantry box on the corner of Rendon and I forget which cross street.

This kind of  bread, which has less than a dozen ingredients, when toasted and slathered in real butter, is not the worse thing someone who has had his sardine diet interrupted, could eat, in a pinch as it were..

But alongside the  loaf of bread in its tightly twistie-ed bag; was a cellophane sealed cupcake, in which you could see the chocolate chips even before you could read the front of...

Its first listed  ingredient: sugar. Right to the point, there...

I was given  a blessing in a form pretty symbolic of the "manna from heaven" of Old Testament lore, and, right beside it was a sugary cupcake, and that's not all; it gets drastically worse. For, one shelf down was a large Poptart box in which were 4 two-pack's of them.

Satan wasn't messing  around.

He might have  reasoned that I would grab the cupcake by insinuating that the "sugar" listed as the first ingredient was a healthier, Whole Foods brand, not harvested by slaves kind of "sugar" that wouldn't be so bad. And then The Deuce upped his anti: "with a strong cup of that coffee you just got from Trader Joe's!"

So, I grabbed  the cupcake, because of the coffee.

And then, like  the drug dealer who's selling bunk* the Father of Lies tried to rush me into a rash decision, pointing out the schoolchildren who were just starting to make their way to the school down the street. They would be walking past the pantry box and seeing the Poptarts. What is the life expectancy of a Poptart in a pantry box that 10 year olds are walking past?!

I only had  time for one thought: "Grab the Poptarts while you still can! Later, you can decide to put them back, if you change your mind after thinking about how sweet they would be with strong coffee, or something..." type of thing...

All this is  to say that, despite having gained a lot from the sardine-only diet, most notably the ""loss"" of cravings for anything other than sardines (I guess, once the body has converted its metabolism over to a fat burning system, it intuitively starts to associate sardines, not Poptarts, with "food") I should have just stopped at the loaf of bread, toasted and slathered with butter. But I made a Poptart and coffee junkie of myself. I can already sense the world distancing itself from me, subtly, but....

You have just read 644 words