That's Crazy Talk

Today I have been walking around very quiet, but all I want to do is go crazy like Homer. What would people think if I was walking around the office and suddenly just went "HURR BLAH BLAB BLO BLA BLAH BLA BLAH..."

Why does it take so long to communicate things? Talking can be so slow. I would like to get everythink I want to say and express, out and into your face, in one momentry instant. BLAM! There, now you know everything. Would it startle you, shock you, would you run away? Better to burst the boil than slowly let it bleed. I'm itching to explode my brain, in your general direction.

Perhaps though, I like you, and would prefer something more intimate. I could slowly press my forehead against yours, eyes shortly away. Then the atoms of my head would scabrously slide by yours, and our minds would share that very same space. Information, ideas, they would flow and exchange, like the clouds or a gentle kiss.

Too much for you? for anyone? Then I choose to smash my head against a canvas, hard, and have all my ideas and thoughts splat out from the cracks and orifices in my face: my eyes, my nose, my mouth and my ears; a little through the pores of my skin. An overwhelming collage of image and intrigue. I would then stare at it all day, absorbing it back into my mind. Very softly, slowely, muttering to myself. - hurr blah, blab blo, bla blah, bla blah...