Lust for Must and Dust

I would describe myself as an old fashioned reader. I love books. I mean it. I literally smell the seams and pages inhaling a euphoric dusty pleasureful must and lust. I lust for must and dust. The Black Diamond bookstore has my favorite smell. Its a mix of old book and new incense kind of like finding a book in a desert cabin. I literally get a glee filled burst of joy-like spazmosity. If I could yell and jump up to the sky I would. I love to exaggerate, about most things, because it changes the gray to bright and the plan dark to a star twinkling night. Its just what I do. I observe the world with a bit of 'verve' that few can conceive of or contain. That being said, I am NOT exaggerating about how I feel about books in the above sentences. I'm a certifiable book worshipper.

. . . and now that you know that,....well, I have a confession to make.......
Ouchie
I'm so ashamed. I have fallen for a tawdry copycat, a feigned lover, a futile fulfillment.

THE KINDLE APPLICATION FOR MY ANDROID

Yes. I am enthralled.

Here is why I am turning my lusty eye on the lit up little screen and away from my musty wanton dust.

I no longer have to 'hold' a book at the library. I do not have to shop sales at bookstores. I do not have to elbow the elderly for a find at the library once a year sale. I just type in the name of said book and or author and for a small monetary price the entire book magically lands in my palm.

HORROR!!!!! It is so wrong. I am so easily swooned. I plug in the droid and under cover of pillows and lights off around my house I read read read read read read !!!!!!!! My only exertion is a tiny flip of my finger on the screen a millimeter from left to right!!!

I am not kidding you when I tell you I have been up to literally beyond 4:30am! Not, knowing that it is even much past midnight! I have been so negligent about keeping a schedule of an adult. An adult with a job that I have to be "ON" for in the morning!

Man, oh, man I am whooped!!!!!

Conquered by a little tiny ol' black box and a labyrinth of language and letters so vast it truly has no end. NO END!!!! I've turned my back on my value system. I have taken a turn in the world's proverbial Rols Royce of 'bookdom', leaving my 'yugo' collection parked in the parking lot of books,..... MY BOOKSHELF.,

At present, I am flying old school style with a fatty in print by my bedside. Lots of pages. Only a little dust, a tiny bit of must.... and zero lust. Will I be converted permanently? Is this just an lonesome affair with said screen in question?

I'll tell ya later, I've got to hurry finish this 'book' I'm reading! Can someone come help me turn the pages? They,.....are ......too......heavy ;) :) ;)