That's Just Insipid!

Juggining Stalituders

I might write a poem from this title, but for now I'll just pass along a link to random word generator. As you can read on the linked page, it uses probability theorems. The result is a useful tool for anyone, especially fantasy writers and the zany.

Young people look younger than they used to. Based on accumulated visual experience, I can still objectively place people within a couple years of their age, when I focus. Offhand, however, when distracted by duty or pleasure, it has become frighteningly easy to confuse high schoolers for college students. They all just look young. I wonder if there is a pyschological effect on perception that accompanies the assumption of more and more "adult" roles and responsibilites. Would someone who is less or more "adult" than I be more able or less able to distinguish the 19-21 year olds working at the School's summer camp from the 16-18 year olds? I'd figure that factors contributing to the proliferation of the adult upon a human pysche would be marital status, codification of personal values, occupation, education, and the systems of leadership and responsibility-holding established in the context of one's life history.

The Collaboration

From this familiar window
I've started many motionless walks, meaning
even the gentlest provocation of fireflies
reeling in the drinky dusk
is a rat.
I fashion legs from wishes of dancing,
legs that would churn into the soil like farmers
with rocket wishes of tall corn. Even just
to scrape the edge of blue like cirrus clouds
(which always remind me of professors).
Deliver me from this chair.
If art were as easy as a phosphorescent ass.
Ah, if expression were as simple as
the understanding between Glow? and Glow.