Thursday, March 11, 2010

i love my life

what is the opposite of what i'm doing right now? i want to be doing that. YOU ARE TOO CLOSELY IDENTIFYING WITH THE OTHER. straw dogs baby. straw dogs. in my immortal life i am a fractal of a fractal of a fractal. this is not my form. i maintain a vibration which does not freak out electrical equipment. this is your mantra. repeat.

lana had a hot tub but she had signal flow and carson wouldn't...oh i don't know do carson things and there was something about yelling at evan. and the other night with all the showers and sharon and the other one...in my hand and oceans of seed and cut to looking at the beginning of a tidal wave from an underground cabana made of sand. but we were all safe it was a false alarm.

we're all sitting in the same room, all us characters, just waiting for the cue. i will not call us. we've got the Mills scene. we've got the SF scene. we've got the tangential scene. we've got the family scene. we've got the far away UK scene and the get away guilt.

steve j. has a dove nesting on his balcony. that is a good sign. nesting things. eggs. i am a baby bird.

i love my life. i love my life. i love my life. i love life affirming people and activities. i like being happy. i like peaceful vibrations and resonant tones. harmonics. i want to be a sound scape. and make things no one gets because there is nothing to get.

if i never write a verse chorus again i will be quite pleased. i am over anything with a time code.

i want to make really Awake people feel at peace and more One with Themselves.

i am over mass appeal. or even marginal appeal. i am appealing to the appeal of non appeal. when everything is beyond the edges we reach back to zero. i want to take my heart out and carry it around on a string and let it trail behind me or let it run out ahead. of me i am a wastrel. set upon by her majesty's second guard. reentered monastic.

what do you do when the world has stopped listening to itself and we're all checked out? do what pleases the self. i feel pretty when...

the sun shines
i'm running
i take a shower
i drive for hours
i change clothes in the car or even better while i'm driving
i sit in the garden
i dance by myself when no one is watching
i cook real food
babies smile at me
i hold doors open for old ladies
trees are happy

fini.

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