Of Lime Green Insects That Have Become Increasingly Associated With Words

I find myself explaining my blog posts of late.

Is it only that I feel the need to clarify, or is it the fact that I'm confusing you and you're asking me what in the name of corn dogs I'm talking about??

Yes, I speak to numerous people whilst I state these simple truths.

Well anyway today I do not simply intend to explain a past post, instead, I'll explain a whole blog in it's own.

Some of you wonderful and faithful readers (or even: wonderfully faithful readers [eh, eh??]) have checkout out my [third?] blog, otherwise known as Salad Bugs. Now some o' you people are probably driven nuts because of the spontaneous-ness antics of Salad Bugs.

Well I hate to break it to you so harshly, but to put in blank: That's what I made it for.
I wrote this for someone earlier today to elaborate on:

I am a random person.
I am very fond of randomness.
I EAT RANDOMNESS FOR BREAKFAST EVERY TUESDAY AT 8:36!

---not really, but I'm very dramatic these days.

Ya see, I like to write. But in a not-so-structured kinda way. One of my favorite things to do is sit down with either a computer and keyboard or a notebook and pen in front of me, and write complete---or almost complete---randomness.
You might call it playing with words.
Sometimes I'll hesitate for just a second, and think about where I would like to be.
---a lake, a mountain, a battle field, talking to certain special people---wherever.
And that starts me off. From there I just say what my head is thinking. I shoot for the eloquent vague-ness. Blur the lines a little, and viola! I have a piece that might give someone a little something to chew on.

I write from emotion. I write from things that make me "tick".


Anyhow, since I'm quite a blogger nerd, I decided to make an anti-structure blog. I'd fill it with poems, metaphors, and life-lessons, illustrated with randomness (I also decided that I'd put one picture that I personally took and edited on each post, furthering my photography spree).

And so Salad Bugs was born...

That's what started the blog called "Salad Bugs". But in all the time I took to write the excript, I seemingly forgot to mention why I call it what I do. Thus, I elaborate once more!

*Ahem*

Salad bugs are little green things with transparent wings. They are often found in the honeysuckle bushes that are in my backyard, and are usually attracted the the porch light. I used to catch them as something merely to pass whatever time I had.
Quite fond memories, I must admit. You could call them my fireflies.

Anyhow, "salad bugs" is now what I call a random script of words that I pen simply because I like to write whatever comes to mind (as stated in the above text). I also have used the phrase "bleeding butterflies" in place of "salad bugs".
Something about insects...
But they mean the same thing. They're just little spurts of inspiration.And just for fun, I'll give you two salad bugs that I haven't published anywhere else yet.I haven't entitled either one yet, but they're just things that I've jolted down in my notebooks.
Keep in mind that I write this sorta thing down when I'm half asleep, so no, I'm not going insane, I just don't go to bed on time. ;)

---Oh, and I don't know why it just so happens that the two I choose both mention "kick drums". I think I must have written them both after listening to this song.

"Treasure in the heart is more then flesh could ever try to imitate. The focus is forever, but the snapshot is in seconds. Sometimes I duck for no reason, only later to find that I'd saved my own skin by doing it.
I see glowing shadows.
And the kick-drums played a ballad in my head.
Something too beautiful to see lies ahead. So where do we go from here?"

* * *

"Shy strawberries and brown angel eyes.
Drifting off...
It's 1:00AM and I don't have a road map. The screen is flickering and I already hear the kick drums. My pillow awaits but the opportunity is greater than imaginable. Even when the music stops the voice doesn't.
And I stand there.
Waiting to crumble."


So yeah. There's your average random-write from Plink-a-Dink. You can really tell that there's absolutely no structure to anything that I say when I pull one of those on you. It's all just as it comes.

This is what I wrote to further tell you why I write this sorta junk:

I guess it's like an abstract painting. Does the artist even know what he/she is creating? Maybe. But say he/she doesn't know the whole scale. A little red there, a little yellow here---it looks good, but it's all in the way you look at it. A good abstract art will give a different impression to each viewer.
And that's how it is with a lot of my salad bugs pieces. Every time I take a moment, stand back, and view my work, I see something different that makes sense out of the corner of my eye, but when I look at it squarely, I can't seem to make heads or tails.

And I think that's how it's supposed to be.
...If ya get it, I shall pat you on the back and marvel at your ability to keep up with my brain.

And with that, I'll conclude.

So do me a favor and get a piece of paper and write whatever inspiration grants you. You might find it strangely beautiful in an alien-ish sorta way.

-Plink.