December 2011
Will something happen when that clock strikes...
Flying.
Workin' Gal.
Whenever working in a fitted system, I receive these inner vibes. I really enjoy meeting new people, but putting the job in mind over all my other thoughts is odd. I am a humble worker and slightly ghostly. There in the moment, but not at the same time. In a collective way I am like any other person working for The Man, but does everyone feel like a friendly ghost as do I?
I feel odd when I have money coming in. Even the feel of it in my hands is an emptiness Which I do not care for. I could trace back any time in this life and back in the times I did not care for money. Having the means to buy more silk, books, and film tickets are dandy, but what is this strange value people have for this green paper?
This upcoming Wave.
I had blocked out that this Saturday night is the year 2012. Now that I recall, I am still going to those caves by the sea. I shall bring along many things including the past. Watching a film in theatre would be nice too, but I am up to speed on all current films that I am interested in at the theatre. More plays should happen in close proximity from my cave.
Heading back to Laguna Beach. I like that town.
Cheers
I stood and gazed in the middle of a bus stop.
It shines bright and silently.
What?
Had fallen so far down yesterday.
I now have a pretty deep scar and is Gladiator-esque. A hit on the head can really wake you up in so many different ways.
I hope The Doctor is doing swell.
He owes me a battle.
I am going fishing tomorrow morning.
Whenever the situation arises that I meet a elderly human who speaks to me in this wonderful witty tone, I hope it’s me in some form speaking to my younger self. It strikes me as a strange thought, but today while waiting at the bus stop I met this woman. The sweetest gal who gladly volunteered to ‘read me and my sign’. Adalay, the woman pointed out my inability to trust others...
It’s always odd visiting a place from the past. I replay what occurred there and smile in amusement.
Heavy air tonight. Still feel clothed, though...
Chewing out huge desires. I should like to take myself on a trip, very soon. Even two days somewhere would be enough. To take myself out of this force field and travel alone. Do not know if it’d be better to plan or leave at random. No contact with too much of the external world-Just myself and this body. My voice is quiet today.
“But go and get at the truth there, and then come and tell me. Anyway, it’s...”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamozov (via ichbinvogelfrei)
Phasing.
“It seemed like a fine philosophy. In five years, I thought, it will seem just as...”
– The Sun Also Rises (via dalehall22)
