Thinking

Thinking about thinking is an exercise in absolute stupidity beyond compare or so they think when they do not want to think about thinking or things otherwise or about those who think – about thinking or things otherwise – like bunches of grapes and table fans in the middle of a line of juicers arranges on a table like a procession of electric soldiers who whirr when the right buttons are pushed or when the dials are turned and when one turns the dials beyond what is necessary or what the authorities prescribe then they end up getting a connection to someone or to someone else making a weird bond of misunderstanding, yet full of possibilities and they say the numbers or wrong or the digits are wrong but they never question or blame the digits fingers that dialed the numbers beyond what was necessary or what was prescribed and many a love story and many a story of hatred blood and murder have come out of such situations and that is only an exaggeration as you would have rightly guessed, something that would happen in a weird postmodern story about postmortems in vineyards and the billing counters of places that sell burgers or in the cells of closed windows and grill-gates that do not roast chicken or lamb but only snails and the pace at which news travels from one mouth to an ear climbing on top of mountains huffing and puffing falling down the mountain slopes valleys and rock-bottoms of  shades of copper for a day of the apple and the juices associated with things such, the nectar of nothingness that is the need of the hour apart from absolutely unnecessary alliterations that an-a-word and another-a-word and a-so-on