What were you thinking

               whenever asked what you were thinking you can bet dollars to doughnuts(dont ask)  obviously you werent thinking  so why the fuck ask What was I thinking

You wanna a confession?

Alright  YehI wasnt thinking

not thinking had only hurt him twice badly in his lifeonce someone else not thinking almost killed him with a backhoe

but it missed(he heard it snap its finger and say Nuts!)

                                       therefore in his ponderous middling life hed obviously thought more than he didnt and (hed think) everyones allowed a respite

                                                                    I was thinking Id roll me a fatty have a beer and read some surrealist poetry or Finnegans Wake  which is psychedelic or in Joycean parlance psychedicklickhe hoped Joyce got his cock sucked while he wrote(might explain things)

I found I could make sense of Finnegans its flighty synapses bizarre connotations while I was getting headat least for a little while before turned inside out

                     . . . When their bride was married all my belles began ti ting. A ring a ring a roaring! Then everyone will hear it. Whoses wishes is the farther to my thoughts. But I’ll plant them a poser for their nomanclatter. When they’re out with the daynurse doing Chaperon Mall. Bright pigeons all over the whirrld will fly with my mistletoe message round their loveribboned necks and a crumb of my cake for each chasta dieva(page 147  First Erudition) . . .

nice thing about Joyce was every time he read Finnegans he Came away thinking something different from when he read it last  a perpetual thinking machine bound in ink and pages and Eternity

Fuck the Great American Novel!

Americans hadnt the soul hadnt the  whahad Jung called it   ahyes The Collective Unconsciousness of the European continent  fresh Americans had raped and pillaged and plundered their continent and killed it pithed it Good and Proper  it tried reeling out from under Their feet like a dazed snake too stunned to rattle and bite  and was stomped and stomped stomped and crushed it vitals spattered then oozed like wildhoney bitterly in the dirt  off walked the anttrail of fresh Americans spoiling as they went

I rolled me a fatty and had me two beer

Either you or I asked me  What were you thinking                                                                       

Thatll teach ya to aske

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Bob Dylan  Rainy Day Woman #13&35  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0Zxd5jp-lI

Jonny Lang  Darker Side  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsL7c0pLBsE