I thought it was that I was under Saturn's shadow
and so it was,
no longer am I in the shadows though, no longer in the shadow.
There is light.
I shine forth, just like you.
There is light, just like in you.
greetings and welcome.
November 10, 2006
November 09, 2006
Someone to look to
in need or in want or in war
Faith No More King for a Day
Zombiegirls indeed. Maybe the collection of songs Siamese Drummers has should be called Zombiegirls. Or maybe not, I'm not sure.
Funny, just had a phonecall that definitely made me want to leave any studybusiness. All right, not like in FOR GOOD, but for this day, for the time being.
For the time being that I haven't done anything anyway today.
But also for the time being me not really being into sitting in the center doing not much.
I'm around a lot, doing not much.
Doing not a lot...
What about a few hours more of it and then I can walk home. It's not like I have anything else to do is there? Than to do my walkabouts and roundabouts, keeping away from the thoughtpolice and groupfear and customized thinking - ready to be adapted by anyone who wishes not to think.
My throat hurts, and I suspect and blame the smoke that people insist on blowing into my eyes. I have to breath, yes, I have to inhale, yes.
I have to respect the fact that a nicotineboost is needed? I think not.
I think not. Finknottle.
And by the way, just thought I'd tell you, you-know-who-you-are-oh-yes-you-do that
hell, catch you later
because I now have myself to catch. Wanna swap or are you okay with mine? I feel a bit more pumped with warm blood. Wasn't supposed to?
XD
Smiling with the mouth of the ocean
And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain
Ashes to Ashes Faith No More
Faith No More King for a Day
Zombiegirls indeed. Maybe the collection of songs Siamese Drummers has should be called Zombiegirls. Or maybe not, I'm not sure.
Funny, just had a phonecall that definitely made me want to leave any studybusiness. All right, not like in FOR GOOD, but for this day, for the time being.
For the time being that I haven't done anything anyway today.
But also for the time being me not really being into sitting in the center doing not much.
I'm around a lot, doing not much.
Doing not a lot...
What about a few hours more of it and then I can walk home. It's not like I have anything else to do is there? Than to do my walkabouts and roundabouts, keeping away from the thoughtpolice and groupfear and customized thinking - ready to be adapted by anyone who wishes not to think.
My throat hurts, and I suspect and blame the smoke that people insist on blowing into my eyes. I have to breath, yes, I have to inhale, yes.
I have to respect the fact that a nicotineboost is needed? I think not.
I think not. Finknottle.
And by the way, just thought I'd tell you, you-know-who-you-are-oh-yes-you-do that
hell, catch you later
because I now have myself to catch. Wanna swap or are you okay with mine? I feel a bit more pumped with warm blood. Wasn't supposed to?
XD
Smiling with the mouth of the ocean
And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain
Ashes to Ashes Faith No More
November 07, 2006
home on ice
There's a lot of it about
there's a lot of it around.
Snow and ice and chill and coldness
and I love it so much.
And there are so many contacts that I'm thrilled about that are growing and establishing themselves and appearing and reappearing.
There is and we are.
Now I shall go sing.
Love
L
there's a lot of it around.
Snow and ice and chill and coldness
and I love it so much.
And there are so many contacts that I'm thrilled about that are growing and establishing themselves and appearing and reappearing.
There is and we are.
Now I shall go sing.
Love
L
November 02, 2006
Luara is speechless
and there's someone who says my speech is impossible to understand
due to all the languages that spew out at once.
I am speechless
words exit my body and mind only in written form.
I went to bed at 6 this morning
after sitting on the sofa next to someone who talked movies
and who listened to me talk movies
films
and lost highways; sandworms; coffee; cigarettes and blood was in our talk.
And I have no idea of where to next, although as I see that written I do know that I know where to next. Exactly to where it would be in any other situation.
Do the whirlwind and see ya around warrior.
due to all the languages that spew out at once.
I am speechless
words exit my body and mind only in written form.
I went to bed at 6 this morning
after sitting on the sofa next to someone who talked movies
and who listened to me talk movies
films
and lost highways; sandworms; coffee; cigarettes and blood was in our talk.
And I have no idea of where to next, although as I see that written I do know that I know where to next. Exactly to where it would be in any other situation.
Do the whirlwind and see ya around warrior.
November 01, 2006
Our year has changed into november
There's more snow after last nights rain and despair and anger over feet so cold of wet I wasn't sure they would ever feel again.
There's more chill today and even though the world is white and it's not even 3pm yet, it's getting dark. I can see it and I can feel it.
Had forgotten all about how it is to live in winter: that is that it is not different from anything else in any way at all.
Neil Young's Dead Man in my earphones makes me feel something I don't know.
So now I could say it's new year, yeah?
I could have energy and interest to finish everything that I haven't finished, yeah?
I should do something about my quarters; I should think without writing and write without pausing to complete the works I should complete;
I should be courageous enough to contact this one person who I seem to be mentally entwined with - just an observation of his stressed face when I felt stressed;
I should have time to look at what I dream, not just get up, get dressed and run around;
I should have time to contemplate stories;
I should have to grab myself the life that I know is just right here
It feels like something was taken from me, something was stolen
since the autumn ended abruptly without me having time to enjoy the sweaters and chilly evenings and stargazings in a garden smelling sweetly of old leaves and apples,
in a world where everything is soft colours and clear skies and
rain.
There's only cold icy disappeared world.
There's more under the surface but I don't feel like I have the energy to look so deep
to dig further.
Let's see where this takes me.
There's more chill today and even though the world is white and it's not even 3pm yet, it's getting dark. I can see it and I can feel it.
Had forgotten all about how it is to live in winter: that is that it is not different from anything else in any way at all.
Neil Young's Dead Man in my earphones makes me feel something I don't know.
So now I could say it's new year, yeah?
I could have energy and interest to finish everything that I haven't finished, yeah?
I should do something about my quarters; I should think without writing and write without pausing to complete the works I should complete;
I should be courageous enough to contact this one person who I seem to be mentally entwined with - just an observation of his stressed face when I felt stressed;
I should have time to look at what I dream, not just get up, get dressed and run around;
I should have time to contemplate stories;
I should have to grab myself the life that I know is just right here
It feels like something was taken from me, something was stolen
since the autumn ended abruptly without me having time to enjoy the sweaters and chilly evenings and stargazings in a garden smelling sweetly of old leaves and apples,
in a world where everything is soft colours and clear skies and
rain.
There's only cold icy disappeared world.
There's more under the surface but I don't feel like I have the energy to look so deep
to dig further.
Let's see where this takes me.
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