Dead wood

What's the 411? It's a rabid number that shows initiative, zeal, immense hope and no fear. The tolls ahead race through your head but as long as you find solace in your whereabouts, your orientation, your wisdom at staying put in your goal, you'll achieve the brain fitness needed to surpass hidden rots. 

Life roars, retrieves its rummages, speeds up in sprees, retreats into buckles, and I keep my eye on the moleskine that will lead me to the waiting cursor, the untold noun, the euphoric term that will best serve my soul travails. That unnamed eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, now defined and thoroughly raw, ready for the taking.