matt pond PA

May 27, 2015

Let Us Begin.

If you know me, you know I like to try and greenly connect words together. If you don’t know me, please picture a semi-civilized history professor with an uncanny resemblance to a young Mick Jagger, typing to you from his faux leather wingback chair.

My problem hasn’t been about desire or gumption — it’s always been about the platform. I don’t necessarily want to read a book of faces. Or to be mind-controlled by a face of books.

Then there was the place where everyone tumbled around. I believe they’re still set on tumble. But all I saw were gifs and memes. And I don’t even know what those are.

So here I am. Humble, semi-normal, bruised and sleepless. All I ever wanted to do was to greenly connected words together that might mean something to someone else. Maybe I even wanted to sing some of those words, too.

Because that’s the only way I know how to truly hug.

I’m going downstairs to make excessively strong coffee. I would ask you to join me, but it gets dangerous when I intermix boiling water and caffeine. Wicked dangerous.

Yes. m.