Plan for Pascal "decoy" Bos

Slowly the sun was sinking behind the great mangrove trees. A little humming bird was making his way thru the thick atmosphere, while a lazy crocodile rolled over to his other site catching the last bit of sunlight filling, him with the precious body heath that he would need for his upcoming hunt….. Me??? I’m sitting here, I observe, like the croc I try to absorb the last bit of daylight with my eyes while drinking my cup of coffee that had gone cold at least on hour ago. I think, or at least I think I am.

Funny how I resample that big dangerous reptile laying only a few yards away. funny how I feel victorious when the sun shines my face longer than it did on his back… HA take that with your millions of years of existence… Futile, as the sun disappears so does my glorious feeling, it’s hunting time.. My big green companion slowly slips in to the water, I feel betrayed, I’m alone and I’m scared, as for him the hunt begins. Me, I will be hunted until the break of day and far beyond that.

Restless I wave the bugs away and wait for my predator to arrive, I have been here before, I’m not new to this, I have been here to many times, I know it’s tricks, I know it will come to me in complete darkness trying to catch me off guard, I know…., I know…….I know. The darkness washes over me as a heavy wet blanket, far away I can hear the animals, far away I can sense what can not been heard, it is coming closer and it’s moving fast. It’s time…

Prepared but surprised I get hit by the first attack. I’m flying, flying high speed between the mangrove giants, twisting, turning. Dodging the big massive wooden pillars of death. Faster, faster ever faster, it’s so hard to keep up. Than it’s gone I sit and feel adrenaline pumping thru my body. It’s there, ohh my god it’s there, it’s got me once again, it’s inside. I shake my head and hoist myself out of my chair, I need a drink. I take my first sib of beer and get hit by a second attack. I hear the sound of a humming bird I turn and watch the little thing come closer.. It’s purple with orange and shining green, it comes closer. It’s purple with orange and has reptile eye’s, it comes closer…. It is purple with orange and has a little horn on it’s head, it’s right in front of me… totally paralysed I stand and I watch.. Hummmmmm goes the humming bird thing, it licks my face with a little forked tong, than it’s gone.. I take an other sip of my beer, Yes it’s there alright….

My predator with out a name is here once again to hunt my thoughts and feed my imagination, building up a never slowing urge to create. It has been feeding of the reflections of the sun, absorbing images thru my eyes, and now… Now mixing it up while using my imagination, building the most insane creations and projecting them on my mind. Pushing me to skip sleep, pushing me to create and keep creating, pushing me to total exhaustion, pushing me, always pushing me.

Sad huh???
You know what is sad???
I wrote this in a little office while I should be doing a job that has no use for a creative mind or for a wannabe creative mind.

Though I’m actually here in Holland without mangrove trees, crocodiles or humming birds I still have this feeling sometimes. Well lot’s of times, actually. It’s a whole lot of impressions and ideas that are flooding your mind and that leave little room for anything else. Without the time to at least try to express these idea’s you sometimes have the feeling of being trapped and it effects everything you have to do, you just keep wondering off.

So what is the plan you might ask, well simple I’m going to look into how to solve this little problem of mine. While I’m at it I still will be here though and probably will be working on Zap and RW a lot and I hope to show you some cool stuff in the near future. Not next week though next week I will be on vacation for a week but after that I will be ready to rumble once again =O)

Well thanx for reading through my bit of stupidity once again. I hope it was recognisable for some, humoristic for others or just a plain good read that stand out a bit. Sorry about the spelling and grammar mistakes but they don’t have schools in the mangroves =O)

Cya

Pascal