Curiosity killed the cat, but the rat lived
Lived and thrived in underland
Garbage heaps stinking and foul
Makes for good foraging
Undisturbed by most normals
Feeding goes undetected and unchecked
Large black and beady eyed
They feed in the night
Yet a rodent fair carries vermin as well
Jumping and rocking fleas
Making beds in furry flirtations
Rats live beyond the poison made to melt their inners
Adapted and adjusted
They run along the wall so as not to be seen
They survive holding hands with the cockroach ~ Arachne ~ August 30, 2007 @ 6:51 p.m. EST
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Charged
Imagine if you will putting new batteries in a device and the device going dead on you within two or three days. Using the law of probability (specifically when the device is a wireless mouse and keyboard), chances are the devices would have more life within them based on the new electric life it was given. Average life of devices with new charge would be at least a month and perhaps more than three. Let's say, however, that the individual utilizing said device(s) requires vast amounts of energy so much so that it drains the devices of their capacity.
Now let's say that the individual can feel like a charged field (as is had when a balloon is rubbed on carpet or someone's hair). You can feel the field of charge as it holds a position of space AROUND the balloon.
This charge can occur within a human without having to electrically charge themselves via static. If another can feel the POSITION, then you have done it. Note that your hair will raise where the energy is felt. You can feel electric and others will feel you as well. This is not bullshit. ~ Arachne ~ August 30, 2007 @ 4:46 a.m. EST
Now let's say that the individual can feel like a charged field (as is had when a balloon is rubbed on carpet or someone's hair). You can feel the field of charge as it holds a position of space AROUND the balloon.
This charge can occur within a human without having to electrically charge themselves via static. If another can feel the POSITION, then you have done it. Note that your hair will raise where the energy is felt. You can feel electric and others will feel you as well. This is not bullshit. ~ Arachne ~ August 30, 2007 @ 4:46 a.m. EST
Energy Majestic
Energy majestic
Allows for free flow feelings and ideas
Nothing is shut out
All is open
Waiting...wondering...exploring
Being explored
Looking at today, yesterday, and tomorrow with wide eyes
Absorbing all that is, was, and will be
Seeing possibilities
The possible can be done with correct thinking
On levels not so oft used
This is magick
Away from that which is generated electric
Connecting to that which is natural
Freeform electric
Let the collision occur
In the end, something is born
E=MC2
Mass does not equate to solidity
What is solid?
Energy is something we all have
Even if you are a blade of grass
Juxtapose the positions...NAY overlap E and M
Then perhaps WE can travel faster than the speed of light
Without need for ships
The horizon is not limited to a 180 degree view with a stationary head
The stations that we can see are but a fraction
Of what really is
This plane is plain
Cast me off to where the faerie roams
Waters clear, clean, and disheveled only by stone
Tree rulers without lines do not indicate size in centimeters or inches
Hollow themselves for habitat
The wild ones speak when spoken to
Alas, someone has thought to speak out
Reach out
They are there
Have you found out how to get there yet? ~ Arachne ~ Thursday, August 30, 2007 @ 4:18 a.m. EST
Allows for free flow feelings and ideas
Nothing is shut out
All is open
Waiting...wondering...exploring
Being explored
Looking at today, yesterday, and tomorrow with wide eyes
Absorbing all that is, was, and will be
Seeing possibilities
The possible can be done with correct thinking
On levels not so oft used
This is magick
Away from that which is generated electric
Connecting to that which is natural
Freeform electric
Let the collision occur
In the end, something is born
E=MC2
Mass does not equate to solidity
What is solid?
Energy is something we all have
Even if you are a blade of grass
Juxtapose the positions...NAY overlap E and M
Then perhaps WE can travel faster than the speed of light
Without need for ships
The horizon is not limited to a 180 degree view with a stationary head
The stations that we can see are but a fraction
Of what really is
This plane is plain
Cast me off to where the faerie roams
Waters clear, clean, and disheveled only by stone
Tree rulers without lines do not indicate size in centimeters or inches
Hollow themselves for habitat
The wild ones speak when spoken to
Alas, someone has thought to speak out
Reach out
They are there
Have you found out how to get there yet? ~ Arachne ~ Thursday, August 30, 2007 @ 4:18 a.m. EST
Thursday, August 23, 2007
August 23, 2007
Smiles of all shapes, colors, and ages came together for the last summer of festivities in Coney Island. Memories were heard as voices spoke to their children in the telling of how things used to be, how things are now, and what things are to come.
There was harmony in the street and on the rides as we saw each other as friend and fellow. Saying goodbye to a landmark is always difficult, but it does seem that condos and expensive theme parks are more important. Not that the locals can afford either.
It is sad that some of the workers who have been working in Astroland for 10+ years will no longer have a job. Where do the displaced go? Where will the poor and lower middle class take their children for cheap entertainment?
Patricia, an 8 year-old Hispanic girl, who looked much like my daughter did as a child spoke quite frankly in stating that "Bush is a bad man." If an 8 year-old can see it... She was not asked what she thought of Bush. Her statement was voluntary.
Manhattan proved to be a media center. What I mean by that is that everywhere I looked, there were TVs aimed at my head spewing useless information. Cabs have TVs that you can watch such as NEWS, but if you want more, just pop in your credit card into the machine located in the rear of the front bench seat and you can plug into "COW EYE" land. Hell, most people walk with cell phones glued to their heads anyway. I find it fucked.
Notes: A street vendor told me that in order to get a peddler's license, you have to have served in the military or you will be placed at the end of the list. He also asked me if I knew the sea level of Binghamton, New York. Perhaps he sees something coming as well. It was discussed. We hugged and left residue of ourselves on each other.
Two soldiers were standing not too far from where that bogus leftover cross with draping that was supposedly found under the rubble of the towers after the PULL was placed. As I passed, I decided to stop and question them. Who do you serve? "We protect the people." However, they did say that they do not serve their government as they don't believe that their government is always right. Well, at least they know that much, but I do see brainwashing here. Too bad they don't see that the people need protection from their government. This war serves no purpose.
While in Coney Island, I ran past a recruiting center flipping a peace sign. The soldier within did a double take of my action. I believe my action was justified. BTW, the rich neighborhoods don't have recruiting centers (as far as I could see). However, the low/middle income neighborhoods do. Perhaps the rich kid will head on out to the local hood to join up. Yeah right. See the world, gain experience, and get your college tuition. Nice lures for DEATH. ~ Maggie ~ Penned August 23, 2007
There was harmony in the street and on the rides as we saw each other as friend and fellow. Saying goodbye to a landmark is always difficult, but it does seem that condos and expensive theme parks are more important. Not that the locals can afford either.
It is sad that some of the workers who have been working in Astroland for 10+ years will no longer have a job. Where do the displaced go? Where will the poor and lower middle class take their children for cheap entertainment?
Patricia, an 8 year-old Hispanic girl, who looked much like my daughter did as a child spoke quite frankly in stating that "Bush is a bad man." If an 8 year-old can see it... She was not asked what she thought of Bush. Her statement was voluntary.
Manhattan proved to be a media center. What I mean by that is that everywhere I looked, there were TVs aimed at my head spewing useless information. Cabs have TVs that you can watch such as NEWS, but if you want more, just pop in your credit card into the machine located in the rear of the front bench seat and you can plug into "COW EYE" land. Hell, most people walk with cell phones glued to their heads anyway. I find it fucked.
Notes: A street vendor told me that in order to get a peddler's license, you have to have served in the military or you will be placed at the end of the list. He also asked me if I knew the sea level of Binghamton, New York. Perhaps he sees something coming as well. It was discussed. We hugged and left residue of ourselves on each other.
Two soldiers were standing not too far from where that bogus leftover cross with draping that was supposedly found under the rubble of the towers after the PULL was placed. As I passed, I decided to stop and question them. Who do you serve? "We protect the people." However, they did say that they do not serve their government as they don't believe that their government is always right. Well, at least they know that much, but I do see brainwashing here. Too bad they don't see that the people need protection from their government. This war serves no purpose.
While in Coney Island, I ran past a recruiting center flipping a peace sign. The soldier within did a double take of my action. I believe my action was justified. BTW, the rich neighborhoods don't have recruiting centers (as far as I could see). However, the low/middle income neighborhoods do. Perhaps the rich kid will head on out to the local hood to join up. Yeah right. See the world, gain experience, and get your college tuition. Nice lures for DEATH. ~ Maggie ~ Penned August 23, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
People:
If you look hard and deep into the people whom come into your life, you will notice that you have seen them before in others. Each person has something of someone else that you have known, kissed, tasted, held, loved, kicked, bit, then repeated the cycle. Therefore, look closely at all as you will find a familiar being and the person will bond with you and you with them. Certain people bond better than others. Then again, you can only get what you give. Share the moment and share of yourself. Know someone else and see yourself and others. Again, at base we are all the same. Did you tell someone you love them today even if not a romantic love whether same or opposite sex? Try it...you'll like it. Ah let loose and go for it. ~ Maggie ~ August 21, 2007 @ 12:00 a.m.
*I leave for NYC today after work. Catch all y'all on Friday or Saturday evening. Do have a good 'n.
*I leave for NYC today after work. Catch all y'all on Friday or Saturday evening. Do have a good 'n.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Fulfillment
Life is awesome! There is nothing about my life that I would want to change nor do over again to create a different effect. Feeling content in being and loving ALL as best as can be leaves me whole and fulfilled. Therefore, if I were to die tomorrow, i.e., getting hit by an NYC bus, etc., I can say that I have lived a full life. Sure, it was not a life of splendor nor riches, but it was/is a life of experiences and memories. No, I have not experienced all things, however, the feeling of life is within me and the possibilities are endless!
Being whole and content is a form of freedom as it enables me to be myself despite possible ridicule. Mother calls me "IT." I joke not yet I find it very funny. The odd thing is that it used to hurt. I feel sorry for her bitterness as she lives in a hell of sorts by being bound by what others think. Should I decide to give myself a bean shave, what will "THEY" think! I don't give a fuck what "THEY" think. I don't live by "THEIR" standards nor their "NORMS."
Why would I try to make myself uglier than I am already? Well, I would do it to see who sees past "THAT" image. The one I have created thus far is as clear as glass because despite the hard exterior, people see my heart. Well, what if one donned the "look, I am crazy" persona? Could that been seen past as well? Mind you, what fluff or soft interior that I have, one of cold calculation lies right next to it.
My old eyes contain old/new visions. I live life on my terms, but in doing so, I have faced fear of others and self and discovered that fear is binding. Fear of this, that, and the other thing is paralyzing. Overcoming that which binds creates a phoenix from the ashes. Even if I fly into a wall, I have flown!
Give me a poor man's rose (even if made out of paper, Kleenex, or toilet paper held together with a pipe cleaner, string, or shoelace ( hand made it is more valuable)) any day over a rich man's gold. The definition of life is in the living and sharing of it.
Jack of all trades, but master of none
In the end, all I have is fun
Chronological in years, but not in form
Keeps me from being like Dick & Jane "Norm"
Spot peed on the carpet
But it worries me not
He's an invisible dog
The one I ain't got
Piddle this one only if you may
"Mad Hatter Syndrome" allows me to PLAY
Not much for money, material, and the like
Don't give me gold, as I'd like a kite
When its been flown dusk until dawn
That is when I'll pass it along
Hopefully to a wigged-out monkey
Who is singing a piddle song
What say you is the meaning of life? Do you act your age? If so, does it bring you down? ~ Maggie ~ August 20, 2007 @ 10:52 p.m.
People I am thinking about at this minute: Nix (spoke to this eve), Neo (spoke to this eve), Peter (my teacher & my friend - spoke to this eve), Pappy, Jason (I need to send him the Charlie toon (*sent)), Jeff, Marie, Gracie (who I left a message for noting arrival), Lisa, Dominic, Fat Bobby (who I always think of), Patrick, Ilan, Mohammed, Aznive, Anna, Carlos, Randy, Ryan, Ann, Craig, and Drew (Andrew - dead but loved). Just Everyone. Even Sam. Ana ahebik.
Being whole and content is a form of freedom as it enables me to be myself despite possible ridicule. Mother calls me "IT." I joke not yet I find it very funny. The odd thing is that it used to hurt. I feel sorry for her bitterness as she lives in a hell of sorts by being bound by what others think. Should I decide to give myself a bean shave, what will "THEY" think! I don't give a fuck what "THEY" think. I don't live by "THEIR" standards nor their "NORMS."
Why would I try to make myself uglier than I am already? Well, I would do it to see who sees past "THAT" image. The one I have created thus far is as clear as glass because despite the hard exterior, people see my heart. Well, what if one donned the "look, I am crazy" persona? Could that been seen past as well? Mind you, what fluff or soft interior that I have, one of cold calculation lies right next to it.
My old eyes contain old/new visions. I live life on my terms, but in doing so, I have faced fear of others and self and discovered that fear is binding. Fear of this, that, and the other thing is paralyzing. Overcoming that which binds creates a phoenix from the ashes. Even if I fly into a wall, I have flown!
Give me a poor man's rose (even if made out of paper, Kleenex, or toilet paper held together with a pipe cleaner, string, or shoelace ( hand made it is more valuable)) any day over a rich man's gold. The definition of life is in the living and sharing of it.
Jack of all trades, but master of none
In the end, all I have is fun
Chronological in years, but not in form
Keeps me from being like Dick & Jane "Norm"
Spot peed on the carpet
But it worries me not
He's an invisible dog
The one I ain't got
Piddle this one only if you may
"Mad Hatter Syndrome" allows me to PLAY
Not much for money, material, and the like
Don't give me gold, as I'd like a kite
When its been flown dusk until dawn
That is when I'll pass it along
Hopefully to a wigged-out monkey
Who is singing a piddle song
What say you is the meaning of life? Do you act your age? If so, does it bring you down? ~ Maggie ~ August 20, 2007 @ 10:52 p.m.
People I am thinking about at this minute: Nix (spoke to this eve), Neo (spoke to this eve), Peter (my teacher & my friend - spoke to this eve), Pappy, Jason (I need to send him the Charlie toon (*sent)), Jeff, Marie, Gracie (who I left a message for noting arrival), Lisa, Dominic, Fat Bobby (who I always think of), Patrick, Ilan, Mohammed, Aznive, Anna, Carlos, Randy, Ryan, Ann, Craig, and Drew (Andrew - dead but loved). Just Everyone. Even Sam. Ana ahebik.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
What can you do?
What can you do when you love one best of all? Sure the heart hath room and other dwellers, but the special region reserved for one is presently occupied. To wish things to be different would change things. To tell the truth, I love loving him...it is all natural and without preservatives. A great aspect of love is that it does not decay. It is like knowledge and flows when you flow. You can take it with you! I refer to my NEO. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on August 19, 2007
*8/18/07 ~ Hung out with Jason who is totally awesome. He is a computer wiz, gamer, excellent guitarist, and a real sweetie. We melded and he taught me some shit. I also noticed that he did cute stuff without me seeing it. However, I will let him know that I did notice. He said that I smell seductive and so does my house. Odd.
Anyway...
8/19/07 ~ Jason was supposed to come over tonight, but I have not heard from him yet. He lost my number, but went to my job yesterday and called me from there to bring him here to my home. I do have his scan disk and gig stick, so he will be back at my house soon. Spoke to Pappy earlier and he may pop in later this evening...when he gets his ass out of bed, fed, and showered. We'll see what goes. No matter. I am not lonesome, but my friends are the shit (TOTALLY AWESOME PEOPLE!) ** Pappy will be here in an hour. ~ noted 6:12 p.m.
Marie stopped over and we chilled earlier and she liked my guitar. As I missed her this past Saturday, next Saturday would be a good JAM day. Maybe Jason can come over too. He said he wanted to hang more...soooooo whatever happens happens.
MOTHER TRUCKER over and out!
*8/18/07 ~ Hung out with Jason who is totally awesome. He is a computer wiz, gamer, excellent guitarist, and a real sweetie. We melded and he taught me some shit. I also noticed that he did cute stuff without me seeing it. However, I will let him know that I did notice. He said that I smell seductive and so does my house. Odd.
Anyway...
8/19/07 ~ Jason was supposed to come over tonight, but I have not heard from him yet. He lost my number, but went to my job yesterday and called me from there to bring him here to my home. I do have his scan disk and gig stick, so he will be back at my house soon. Spoke to Pappy earlier and he may pop in later this evening...when he gets his ass out of bed, fed, and showered. We'll see what goes. No matter. I am not lonesome, but my friends are the shit (TOTALLY AWESOME PEOPLE!) ** Pappy will be here in an hour. ~ noted 6:12 p.m.
Marie stopped over and we chilled earlier and she liked my guitar. As I missed her this past Saturday, next Saturday would be a good JAM day. Maybe Jason can come over too. He said he wanted to hang more...soooooo whatever happens happens.
MOTHER TRUCKER over and out!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Agenda
These are the plans (which can sometimes go astray):
August 21 - Tripping to NYC with Hamster in tow.
August 22 - Heading into Manhattan to hang with a friend (tip of lower Manhattan) and to take promised photos for a love of mine (Wall Street to West Village to East Village). Time allowing, I want to try to find a guitar and amp...east village. ***GOT THE GUITAR ALREADY. Hamster is coming thus far.
August 23 - Stuff up until just prior to 4 p.m. then it is off to Coney Island and the PUKE RIDE. The $20 ticket is good for all rides for the rest of the night. We are only going to ride the one ride for HOURS! This adventure is her idea and I think it is a GREAT idea. However, I would like to eat just before the ride to see if it makes me sick. Nix and I will celebrate our last time in Astroland. It is all being torn town. You know...progress (eyes rolling, fist balled, but even tempered). That ride bears memories as I used to tell her stories to keep her on the ride. I would tell her stories of the grates in the ride and then she would smell it. Sometimes we got to watch them hose it down. It is funny if looked at right.
August 24, 2007 - Breakfast and homebound alone. Maybe Gail and Stevie Boy will be available for hang when I hit their hood. Mother hen is over and out! ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 10:41 p.m. EST
August 21 - Tripping to NYC with Hamster in tow.
August 22 - Heading into Manhattan to hang with a friend (tip of lower Manhattan) and to take promised photos for a love of mine (Wall Street to West Village to East Village). Time allowing, I want to try to find a guitar and amp...east village. ***GOT THE GUITAR ALREADY. Hamster is coming thus far.
August 23 - Stuff up until just prior to 4 p.m. then it is off to Coney Island and the PUKE RIDE. The $20 ticket is good for all rides for the rest of the night. We are only going to ride the one ride for HOURS! This adventure is her idea and I think it is a GREAT idea. However, I would like to eat just before the ride to see if it makes me sick. Nix and I will celebrate our last time in Astroland. It is all being torn town. You know...progress (eyes rolling, fist balled, but even tempered). That ride bears memories as I used to tell her stories to keep her on the ride. I would tell her stories of the grates in the ride and then she would smell it. Sometimes we got to watch them hose it down. It is funny if looked at right.
August 24, 2007 - Breakfast and homebound alone. Maybe Gail and Stevie Boy will be available for hang when I hit their hood. Mother hen is over and out! ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 10:41 p.m. EST
Tonight and the Hamster...
After work I went and did some much needed necessity shopping at the cheapest store I could. When I got home, I put away my items and made practical use of the rest (like light-bulbs). Upon finishing the putting away and such, I treated myself to a nice hot power shower and doses of lavender. Clean, and fancy free, I applied a mud mask which was bought from a woman in my town who makes the stuff at home. After doing other chores in my naked other than black toweled self whose face was green and looking like a guerrilla commando witch/warrior with a red broom, I washed my face and walked past the computer. My message was lit and someone beckoned me on Yahoo. In checking, it was the Hamster.
Her: your online
Arachne: i was
Arachne: need glasses wait
Her: okies
Arachne: what up?
Her: yah so m had to cancel tonight
Her: im seeing him tomorrow at noonish
Her: im downloading characters for the sims
Her: and its taking forever
Arachne: so did my teacher. he is busy
Her: i wanna stab something
Her: aww
Arachne: just don't stab self
Her: maybe we could see each other tonight
Her: since i wont be seeing you much
Arachne: do you want to bake?
Her: i have to eat in 20 mins
Her: no
Her: i don't wanna bake
Her: but i have to eat in 20 mins maybe we can catch a bite
Her: maybe at subway
Arachne: i might be having company later...don't know yet.
Her: me and gma aren't getting along shes not talking to me
Arachne: so what is new?
Her: and im sorta lonely
Her: well you can come get me now
Her: and we can go
Her: and be there just in time to eat
Arachne: i love you. yeah ok.
Her: and then go home
Arachne: ok.
Her: what time are you having company
Arachne: i don't know. i am waiting for a phone call.
Her: i just got out of the shower i can throw on clothes but i gotta know when you'd take me
Arachne: i just got out of the shower too
Her: ok well what do you wanna do
Arachne: yeah
Arachne: when do you want me to pick you up?
Arachne: i got stuff for you.
Her: when your ready
Arachne: 5 min?
Her: i just gotta throw on clothes
Her: okies
Her: and i have for you
Arachne: ok. i just did that.
Arachne: we can exchange babes.
Arachne: I love you!
Her: ok your gonna be ready in 5
Arachne: Let me get your stuff together and I will leave in 5 min. okay
Her: okies
Arachne: coolio
Her: im gonna get my clothes on
Arachne: k see you in a bit. ask gma if she wants food?
Her: she just ate
Arachne: ok
Her: she said no
Arachne: ok. at least we asked.
Arachne: go get ready then. see ya.
Her: yar
Her: okies
Her: byes
Arachne: bye
Her: im ready
I was already gone! Funny stories were told and memories made. No, Hamster...no Easy-Bake Oven. My oven and stove are finally working after being broken for about 2 years. Luckily I still have a house as the repairman stated that using an (electric) oven and stove to heat a house for 2 ½ months is dangerous and could have caused me to BURN. ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 1:47 a.m.
Her: your online
Arachne: i was
Arachne: need glasses wait
Her: okies
Arachne: what up?
Her: yah so m had to cancel tonight
Her: im seeing him tomorrow at noonish
Her: im downloading characters for the sims
Her: and its taking forever
Arachne: so did my teacher. he is busy
Her: i wanna stab something
Her: aww
Arachne: just don't stab self
Her: maybe we could see each other tonight
Her: since i wont be seeing you much
Arachne: do you want to bake?
Her: i have to eat in 20 mins
Her: no
Her: i don't wanna bake
Her: but i have to eat in 20 mins maybe we can catch a bite
Her: maybe at subway
Arachne: i might be having company later...don't know yet.
Her: me and gma aren't getting along shes not talking to me
Arachne: so what is new?
Her: and im sorta lonely
Her: well you can come get me now
Her: and we can go
Her: and be there just in time to eat
Arachne: i love you. yeah ok.
Her: and then go home
Arachne: ok.
Her: what time are you having company
Arachne: i don't know. i am waiting for a phone call.
Her: i just got out of the shower i can throw on clothes but i gotta know when you'd take me
Arachne: i just got out of the shower too
Her: ok well what do you wanna do
Arachne: yeah
Arachne: when do you want me to pick you up?
Arachne: i got stuff for you.
Her: when your ready
Arachne: 5 min?
Her: i just gotta throw on clothes
Her: okies
Her: and i have for you
Arachne: ok. i just did that.
Arachne: we can exchange babes.
Arachne: I love you!
Her: ok your gonna be ready in 5
Arachne: Let me get your stuff together and I will leave in 5 min. okay
Her: okies
Arachne: coolio
Her: im gonna get my clothes on
Arachne: k see you in a bit. ask gma if she wants food?
Her: she just ate
Arachne: ok
Her: she said no
Arachne: ok. at least we asked.
Arachne: go get ready then. see ya.
Her: yar
Her: okies
Her: byes
Arachne: bye
Her: im ready
I was already gone! Funny stories were told and memories made. No, Hamster...no Easy-Bake Oven. My oven and stove are finally working after being broken for about 2 years. Luckily I still have a house as the repairman stated that using an (electric) oven and stove to heat a house for 2 ½ months is dangerous and could have caused me to BURN. ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 1:47 a.m.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Gary
This man called with a question and I answered in good form. His response was "You are in sales aren't you? You are making a pitch...I know your kind." As he is allowed to think what he wants, I let him do his thing and suggested that he come and talk to me and let me buy him a soda. This was on the 13th of August. August 14, around 2ish, he arrived and as usual, I offered my hand to him at which point he barked out "Don't touch me!" Out of respect, I did back off. To make a long story short, we ended up looking at wasps and a 7 legged daddy long legs who I had bonded with earlier that day. Yup "daddy" scanned my digit with the longest of his/her legs and I let it. There was no fear as there should not be. I was letting the creature feel me while I felt it. The pleasure was all mine as it allowed me to do this. Fortunately, my 7 legged friend was still there when I had brought him/her up and the oddity of its extremities. Gary noted that he had seen a 5 legger. We spoke of ant hills and cooperation. In the end, he shook my hand and realized something aloud (paraphrased) "I thought I was a liberal thinker, but perhaps I need to rethink my thoughts." ~ Maggie ~ August 15, 2007 @ 11:28 p.m.
NOTE: He said that I was TOO nice. Is that unusual or something? I guess from his perspective it would seem so. Had I been in his shoes, I suppose I would have smelled something ROTTEN IN DENMARK as well until further inspection could be had. Gary is a smart cookie and he has my utmost respect.
ADDED NOTE: We enjoyed each other's company so much, that I left work 1/2 later than I should have as we were enjoying each other's company. NO I DID NOT GET PAID OVERTIME and NO I DID NOT MAKE THE BIG SALE. Actually, I bought him something out of my own pocket. No it wasn't soda and no I am not a sucker. I LOVE LIFE!
NOTE: He said that I was TOO nice. Is that unusual or something? I guess from his perspective it would seem so. Had I been in his shoes, I suppose I would have smelled something ROTTEN IN DENMARK as well until further inspection could be had. Gary is a smart cookie and he has my utmost respect.
ADDED NOTE: We enjoyed each other's company so much, that I left work 1/2 later than I should have as we were enjoying each other's company. NO I DID NOT GET PAID OVERTIME and NO I DID NOT MAKE THE BIG SALE. Actually, I bought him something out of my own pocket. No it wasn't soda and no I am not a sucker. I LOVE LIFE!
Ann
Craig's mom's name is Ann and she is a doll. I did get to chill with her ALONE as I wanted to. Craig sat outside and had a smoke while we women bonded. The funny thing is perhaps she knew somehow as I had asked about her to Craig a couple of days ago. She shared a several photos of the man she loves. She had told me a most fantastic story about how she and he dated him 18 years ago and broke up because of an argument. In the interim, he and she married others and divorced. However, her love of him she could not shake. He held special meaning to her. She did meet others along her journey of life, but he stood out in her heart. Now, 18 years later, they are together and he has Parkinson's disease. She loves him with all her heart, but stated that she notes a difference in him when they drive through his ex's town. His disease lets her read him. My hand cupping her's, I told her that if you love him accept him as he is and let it be. She started to tear and I came out from around the counter and hugged her with a firm hug that I had wanted to give her all along. Yes, I had been thinking of this woman as she is a sparkle: a gem. To see pictures of her and her man in their youth, I look at her now and a photo of him and do not see a change in face as she is young in my eyes. We were meant to meet and to join at this level. Yes I love her and I just found out her name today and only met her twice before.
She showed me a side of myself in revealing herself. I sit here and cry not in pity, but in sheer recognition of life and it's meaning.
Nix and I went out to dinner this evening and she gave me the greatest compliment a kid could ever give her mom. She called me a hippy.
Peace out! Living and making it REAL!
xoxoxoxoxoxo ~ Maggie ~ Wednesday, August 15, 2007 @ 10:45 p.m.
P.S.: If anyone gets a chance, do read A WOMAN ON THE EDGE OF TIME by Marge Piercy (Author of Summer People) and perhaps you will get the feelings of love and hope about humanity and its possibilities. I am almost finished the book (started on 8/10/07) and dearly I wish to leap into the pages.
She showed me a side of myself in revealing herself. I sit here and cry not in pity, but in sheer recognition of life and it's meaning.
Nix and I went out to dinner this evening and she gave me the greatest compliment a kid could ever give her mom. She called me a hippy.
Peace out! Living and making it REAL!
xoxoxoxoxoxo ~ Maggie ~ Wednesday, August 15, 2007 @ 10:45 p.m.
P.S.: If anyone gets a chance, do read A WOMAN ON THE EDGE OF TIME by Marge Piercy (Author of Summer People) and perhaps you will get the feelings of love and hope about humanity and its possibilities. I am almost finished the book (started on 8/10/07) and dearly I wish to leap into the pages.
Monday, August 13, 2007
8/13/07
Called Peter to find out about class tonight. Ah...martial arts from a master who does not require uniforms. Three on the dial will confirm neg or pos. *Called, but still not sure if going. Tomorrow is a definite.
Called who I thought to be Peter (Pappy) and broke out with "Are you alive or did you die of your own superstition off the flower pot?" My question was met with the response "You don't have to be afraid of me. This is your teacher. I am not dangerous." Whoops! Wrong Peter.
When Peter (Pappy) was reached, he stated that he was at the flower pots this day. Before I could commit the balance of my thoughts to paper, low and behold...there he was sporting two cups of fresh Timmy's. While I worked, he spoke with Bob who I was hanging out with prior to Pappy and Craig arriving. Pappy, with his ever energetic and magnetic self, engaged Bob is rapid rounds of discussion that my ears and eyes only glimpsed. Craig is a real sweetie. He will bring his mom by in one or two days. She is a real nice lady, even though Craig is cool, it would be cool just to chill with his mom.
Oh yeah, when I asked Pappy about Slyvia of "Hooker Ave," (really his block) he said that she keeps scratching up his car. He had this idea to spray paint his car with "Slyvia was here!" with arrows pointing the the wounds she inflicted on his vehicle. Truly an artist. His whole stairway is loaded with paint cans, and you can hear him before you see him. Kind of like me. I had to tell him that Sylvia's scratches were her scratches of "I love you" going down his spine and drawing blood. He was amused!
Oven is finally being fixed tomorrow. Brownies are on the way. Pappy will come to my domain and vibe. Perhaps he will be the black coat wearer. I have been looking for an owner for it. In due time I suppose. I am still the "cracker" and he is still the "cheese." The man with flipped rooms (Peter "Pappy" (one room has written in pencil what color it will be and thus is, but not yet)) stated "If you hear bullets being shot you are safe. When you don't hear it as a result of it wizzing past your ear, that is when you worry." Bob agreed! Many gun shots have been heard over the years from all different areas US/Canada, but I have never NOT heard one. Missed me! Yes Craig. I missed you! You really must nail that Mustang...blue is you!
Wow, Pappy advised that our antics of several weeks ago were logged in his book that I was privy to while he cooked me porkchops. What I read was on his computer, but what he wrote of us is still penned. How could he put "The End" to his book when his "tombstone" is not finished? He did not ask me to "take it back" this time. However, he stated that he kept writing despite "The End" which I knew he would. Sequal was stated, but my belief is that he will have to wait for nextlife. Good humor will be had when I tell him of my scissor thought and its relation to him. Hey, who wants to see his framed album of "The Doors?" Would you like to read the back of the album? You can. How would you think he would frame it to do so? Mind you, I was pacing like a wildebeast when he asked me the question and I gave the right answer without having to study it. How quick are you?
My home needs redecoration. I have added willow branches inside (one is 5 1/2 feet long) and want to create murals of my walls based on current art experience. There are faces everywhere in nature if you look. Bringing nature inside can be exciting. A world of my own creation...a creation of a world.
Marie wore two different shoes to work today and found humor it it all. I guess her mind is elsewhere as it should be. She did have fun on Saturday. My, what wonderful times we live in. She is ever pleased at the photo session that I directed and the props and properties that it generated. Wee ha is where playful things turn frowns upside down. Down energy to wow! Upped and positive!
*Peter just called and stated that there will be no class tomorrow as he is going out of town. If I go tonight, I can use his personal parking area behind his building. It is under lock and key. Last time car was not lotted, my hubcap was stolen and it cost $100 to replace. I was trying to save $5 by not parking in the lot, but in the end, it cost much more. Wednesday is good...no work Thursday. I am hoping the Hamster will come along. She can't tonight as she has issues that cannot be resolved at the moment. Old bat that she is. She is not good for Wednesday either. Called Peter back, will go to class Wednesday after eating at Hong Kong and after window shopping for a bit.
Oh yeah...I did not ask his name, but this kid who is going to welding school, was a blast to talk to. I'll get his name next time he comes in.
Lest I forget, a big thank you goes out to Alah for having Mohammed get to me before it was too late. He was right on time. Ana ahebik Mohammed!
**Ah shit, Peter just called back. I am going to class tonight. There is art is martial art as the animals are within us.
~ Arachne ~ Penned prior to 3:00 and 5:02 p.m. on August 13, 2007
Called who I thought to be Peter (Pappy) and broke out with "Are you alive or did you die of your own superstition off the flower pot?" My question was met with the response "You don't have to be afraid of me. This is your teacher. I am not dangerous." Whoops! Wrong Peter.
When Peter (Pappy) was reached, he stated that he was at the flower pots this day. Before I could commit the balance of my thoughts to paper, low and behold...there he was sporting two cups of fresh Timmy's. While I worked, he spoke with Bob who I was hanging out with prior to Pappy and Craig arriving. Pappy, with his ever energetic and magnetic self, engaged Bob is rapid rounds of discussion that my ears and eyes only glimpsed. Craig is a real sweetie. He will bring his mom by in one or two days. She is a real nice lady, even though Craig is cool, it would be cool just to chill with his mom.
Oh yeah, when I asked Pappy about Slyvia of "Hooker Ave," (really his block) he said that she keeps scratching up his car. He had this idea to spray paint his car with "Slyvia was here!" with arrows pointing the the wounds she inflicted on his vehicle. Truly an artist. His whole stairway is loaded with paint cans, and you can hear him before you see him. Kind of like me. I had to tell him that Sylvia's scratches were her scratches of "I love you" going down his spine and drawing blood. He was amused!
Oven is finally being fixed tomorrow. Brownies are on the way. Pappy will come to my domain and vibe. Perhaps he will be the black coat wearer. I have been looking for an owner for it. In due time I suppose. I am still the "cracker" and he is still the "cheese." The man with flipped rooms (Peter "Pappy" (one room has written in pencil what color it will be and thus is, but not yet)) stated "If you hear bullets being shot you are safe. When you don't hear it as a result of it wizzing past your ear, that is when you worry." Bob agreed! Many gun shots have been heard over the years from all different areas US/Canada, but I have never NOT heard one. Missed me! Yes Craig. I missed you! You really must nail that Mustang...blue is you!
Wow, Pappy advised that our antics of several weeks ago were logged in his book that I was privy to while he cooked me porkchops. What I read was on his computer, but what he wrote of us is still penned. How could he put "The End" to his book when his "tombstone" is not finished? He did not ask me to "take it back" this time. However, he stated that he kept writing despite "The End" which I knew he would. Sequal was stated, but my belief is that he will have to wait for nextlife. Good humor will be had when I tell him of my scissor thought and its relation to him. Hey, who wants to see his framed album of "The Doors?" Would you like to read the back of the album? You can. How would you think he would frame it to do so? Mind you, I was pacing like a wildebeast when he asked me the question and I gave the right answer without having to study it. How quick are you?
My home needs redecoration. I have added willow branches inside (one is 5 1/2 feet long) and want to create murals of my walls based on current art experience. There are faces everywhere in nature if you look. Bringing nature inside can be exciting. A world of my own creation...a creation of a world.
Marie wore two different shoes to work today and found humor it it all. I guess her mind is elsewhere as it should be. She did have fun on Saturday. My, what wonderful times we live in. She is ever pleased at the photo session that I directed and the props and properties that it generated. Wee ha is where playful things turn frowns upside down. Down energy to wow! Upped and positive!
*Peter just called and stated that there will be no class tomorrow as he is going out of town. If I go tonight, I can use his personal parking area behind his building. It is under lock and key. Last time car was not lotted, my hubcap was stolen and it cost $100 to replace. I was trying to save $5 by not parking in the lot, but in the end, it cost much more. Wednesday is good...no work Thursday. I am hoping the Hamster will come along. She can't tonight as she has issues that cannot be resolved at the moment. Old bat that she is. She is not good for Wednesday either. Called Peter back, will go to class Wednesday after eating at Hong Kong and after window shopping for a bit.
Oh yeah...I did not ask his name, but this kid who is going to welding school, was a blast to talk to. I'll get his name next time he comes in.
Lest I forget, a big thank you goes out to Alah for having Mohammed get to me before it was too late. He was right on time. Ana ahebik Mohammed!
**Ah shit, Peter just called back. I am going to class tonight. There is art is martial art as the animals are within us.
~ Arachne ~ Penned prior to 3:00 and 5:02 p.m. on August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Content
Content in being who I am, I accept my past, present, and future. I live alone, but I am never lonely...never bored. What is boredom? Define? How can mind sit idle and not drift to another place, event, time, or what have you? Hyper is what I am. Without drugs to dull my mind...without the alcohol to numb...I FEEL! The feel of pain and joy...opposite, but contrasting subjectively feeling - objectively defining - researching... Answers bring forth more questions and things to do and think of. That is my constant.
Changes are all around and I see them. I see the interconnectedness. I see how killing a bug is murder and not self-defense if it is only going about its business. Are you aware of yourself?
It is funny how I have kept track of what insects I have crashed for no purpose save to kill. To which bird or beast I have spoken with. To say they answer in word, you may believe me mad. However, communication comes in signs - as an Anglo uses sign with a Frank. Body speaks in faces, eyes, gestures, and postures. Communication is not limited... Have you spoken to your plant today?
My hair flies in the wind no longer feeling the blowing blast of hot heat electrically generated to dull my tresses. No time for polished nails or outlined eyes. Not at this point. Mirror mirror on the wall - these are things I do not call. Self is self be ragged or regal, yet the blind see neither (NITHER NEETHER). More at feel and hearing of heart. Blind judgement is so fair.
Am I man/woman - woman/man? Mother/father? Sister/brother? Yes...
To say that anger does not dwell in me would be fiction, but past does not bring anger. Anger is a moment spent and gone in an instant. Later laughed at in jokes of how stupid it all was. Laughter! Ah yes! That which bring laugh lines. Welcome, I pray you! Cause such lines to define what I cannot see.
No knitted brow or crinkled forehead of worry. No crows feet that I can see? Sight is to short for comprehending total picture in totality.
Reading and crying as I enter the story. Living through a character or characters. Playing a role like an actor yet not knowing the lines. Surprise!! Not all ends happy...not happy...more at what one wishes. Wishes? May I say! Not to wish leaves void tomorrows. Hope! When tomorrow is today, how will you feel about yesterday?
Some old say "youth is wasted on the young." Perhaps those that say such think that wisdom only comes with age. Thus age holds more value? Tis not the case. Youth can be wise when wisdom is within and used despite the odd of not being heard.
"Children should be seen and not heard." Bad and bah! They are as capable as adults - like "Little Me." Crippled only by the captive parent. Parenting should not spoil the seed making needy by controlling factors. Where lies freedom? Behold self as a dwarf. Examine your roots.
Define self in past, present, and see future different. Untie the ties that bind. If viewed as mad, care not. Be happy as you have arrived in a free world.
T.V.? Entertainment aimed at ceasing communication between individuals who stare like sheep plugged in not bleeping. Bah bah! How will you make the wool?
World tumbles as you know it? What will you do? Will you seek the guidance of the "THEM?" The puppet masters? Do you NEED the control factor?
The rooms of many colors and one room flipped...all objects of days gone by in abstract colors and form. In a loud half drunk voice he yells to the room, me, and the open window: "Plug me back in! I want to be like them. I don't want to know what I know. I never fucked an older broad...I'll do you a favor." "No favors needed...not interested." My eyes scan and scope scissor on table. All words of "tombstones" were taken back, but is he dead? Did he fall off the flower pot that he balances on in unbalanced stated state? His belief in superstition may have gotten him. Friend in the end with handshake, I have to call.
Ah, the clowning of yesterday's laughs and playing dress up for the camera. I directed and she played. A frown was turned upside down. The joy of friendship: sharing, singing, laughing and sharing...exploring newness yet not new. She sees her beauty as I have shown her other sides of self that may not have been seen as rapidly - rapidly so she glows! Photos burned to disc and petals shared along with dried leaves...she leaves different...energized.
Contacts contacting other world kind of matter of this world...almost surreal - real wonderful connections! Poetic, artistic, creative: ALIVE! So alive to revive that which was "sort of" lost...having had at one point almost finding square...evolution back to me. This round more understanding - more forgiving - more loving - real love - asexual - man/woman no difference. Age? - no difference. Race? No difference. Sameness. Et cetera et cetrea et cetera. What are boundaries when you are free? There aren't any. Push! Push away as I love cliffs! Wee ha! New adventures.
How old am I? How old do you think I am? Mind you, I don't use Oil of Olay. ~ Maggie @ 3:10 on August 12, 2007
Changes are all around and I see them. I see the interconnectedness. I see how killing a bug is murder and not self-defense if it is only going about its business. Are you aware of yourself?
It is funny how I have kept track of what insects I have crashed for no purpose save to kill. To which bird or beast I have spoken with. To say they answer in word, you may believe me mad. However, communication comes in signs - as an Anglo uses sign with a Frank. Body speaks in faces, eyes, gestures, and postures. Communication is not limited... Have you spoken to your plant today?
My hair flies in the wind no longer feeling the blowing blast of hot heat electrically generated to dull my tresses. No time for polished nails or outlined eyes. Not at this point. Mirror mirror on the wall - these are things I do not call. Self is self be ragged or regal, yet the blind see neither (NITHER NEETHER). More at feel and hearing of heart. Blind judgement is so fair.
Am I man/woman - woman/man? Mother/father? Sister/brother? Yes...
To say that anger does not dwell in me would be fiction, but past does not bring anger. Anger is a moment spent and gone in an instant. Later laughed at in jokes of how stupid it all was. Laughter! Ah yes! That which bring laugh lines. Welcome, I pray you! Cause such lines to define what I cannot see.
No knitted brow or crinkled forehead of worry. No crows feet that I can see? Sight is to short for comprehending total picture in totality.
Reading and crying as I enter the story. Living through a character or characters. Playing a role like an actor yet not knowing the lines. Surprise!! Not all ends happy...not happy...more at what one wishes. Wishes? May I say! Not to wish leaves void tomorrows. Hope! When tomorrow is today, how will you feel about yesterday?
Some old say "youth is wasted on the young." Perhaps those that say such think that wisdom only comes with age. Thus age holds more value? Tis not the case. Youth can be wise when wisdom is within and used despite the odd of not being heard.
"Children should be seen and not heard." Bad and bah! They are as capable as adults - like "Little Me." Crippled only by the captive parent. Parenting should not spoil the seed making needy by controlling factors. Where lies freedom? Behold self as a dwarf. Examine your roots.
Define self in past, present, and see future different. Untie the ties that bind. If viewed as mad, care not. Be happy as you have arrived in a free world.
T.V.? Entertainment aimed at ceasing communication between individuals who stare like sheep plugged in not bleeping. Bah bah! How will you make the wool?
World tumbles as you know it? What will you do? Will you seek the guidance of the "THEM?" The puppet masters? Do you NEED the control factor?
The rooms of many colors and one room flipped...all objects of days gone by in abstract colors and form. In a loud half drunk voice he yells to the room, me, and the open window: "Plug me back in! I want to be like them. I don't want to know what I know. I never fucked an older broad...I'll do you a favor." "No favors needed...not interested." My eyes scan and scope scissor on table. All words of "tombstones" were taken back, but is he dead? Did he fall off the flower pot that he balances on in unbalanced stated state? His belief in superstition may have gotten him. Friend in the end with handshake, I have to call.
Ah, the clowning of yesterday's laughs and playing dress up for the camera. I directed and she played. A frown was turned upside down. The joy of friendship: sharing, singing, laughing and sharing...exploring newness yet not new. She sees her beauty as I have shown her other sides of self that may not have been seen as rapidly - rapidly so she glows! Photos burned to disc and petals shared along with dried leaves...she leaves different...energized.
Contacts contacting other world kind of matter of this world...almost surreal - real wonderful connections! Poetic, artistic, creative: ALIVE! So alive to revive that which was "sort of" lost...having had at one point almost finding square...evolution back to me. This round more understanding - more forgiving - more loving - real love - asexual - man/woman no difference. Age? - no difference. Race? No difference. Sameness. Et cetera et cetrea et cetera. What are boundaries when you are free? There aren't any. Push! Push away as I love cliffs! Wee ha! New adventures.
How old am I? How old do you think I am? Mind you, I don't use Oil of Olay. ~ Maggie @ 3:10 on August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
WTF...LOL
Boring is snoring
Is short snot absorbing?
Tinfold manifestations impregnating neurons
Festering and mutilating projections of eye currents
Giving shots to behold the radiant gold
Of halos hallowed by
Eyes inched along halls
Gaining strains of palatable substances
Absorbed and bounced
Accordingly...
Accordions folding and unfolding
Beholding...that which is not there
In air maintained...
Restrained...
Loose
Free
To be me...
DEDICATED TO HAMSTER. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 10:10 p.m.
Funky memory: Snot bubble exploding from nose at dinner table...escaped in laugher.
That was the shit man. I can still see it now: Whatatya gonna do when they bomb NY? Bed sheets! Two fucktards cut from the same goddamned cookie cutter.
Is short snot absorbing?
Tinfold manifestations impregnating neurons
Festering and mutilating projections of eye currents
Giving shots to behold the radiant gold
Of halos hallowed by
Eyes inched along halls
Gaining strains of palatable substances
Absorbed and bounced
Accordingly...
Accordions folding and unfolding
Beholding...that which is not there
In air maintained...
Restrained...
Loose
Free
To be me...
DEDICATED TO HAMSTER. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 10:10 p.m.
Funky memory: Snot bubble exploding from nose at dinner table...escaped in laugher.
That was the shit man. I can still see it now: Whatatya gonna do when they bomb NY? Bed sheets! Two fucktards cut from the same goddamned cookie cutter.
NY BUT AGAIN...
Ah, ten days and counting (or thereabout) to get my ass to NY. The hamster better be good as I don't feel like dealing with shit. Hamster if you are reading this, know that I won't deal with it. Anyway, this trip out, I am going to be a butterfly! Graceful is one thing that I am not, however, putting that aside, I will flutter my camera to capture images in my time that were lost in another's time of the same space. Yup, I am going to be someone's eyes for a wee bit and capture images and perhaps do justice to their eye.
Movies play in my head of past events that unfold like a child's pop-out book when called upon. Playing reel over real and reviving that which is reborn at each instant. Life reconstituted with liquid squirm of warm brains only as solid as I make it.
Revisiting old in new...constructing from destruction...LIVE and orchestrated in harmony. A fluid moment not captured by KODAK, but held in suspension and burned like LightScribe to memory. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 8:20 p.m.
Movies play in my head of past events that unfold like a child's pop-out book when called upon. Playing reel over real and reviving that which is reborn at each instant. Life reconstituted with liquid squirm of warm brains only as solid as I make it.
Revisiting old in new...constructing from destruction...LIVE and orchestrated in harmony. A fluid moment not captured by KODAK, but held in suspension and burned like LightScribe to memory. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 8:20 p.m.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
The Children
The children will gather themselves harmoniously
Singing songs
Their backs are turned on all the monsters
They will not look back to see their fanged mouth spit orders
Heads held high, they walk away
This is WAR to "THEM"
"THEY" don't know how to combat the children
Without the "OTHERS" seeing their dirty deeds
The children's war is a war of cooperation
NOT INCORPORATION
The valley is long
The journey unknown
However, the summit, whose snow covered cap
Lies atop
Where the air is crisp
And the waves are distant
>>>>> A TRIangle goes here and the point is virtual.
I think therefore I am (cogito ergo sum) whatever I choose to be without limitations and out of the box and making it REAL. 8/9/07
Singing songs
Their backs are turned on all the monsters
They will not look back to see their fanged mouth spit orders
Heads held high, they walk away
This is WAR to "THEM"
"THEY" don't know how to combat the children
Without the "OTHERS" seeing their dirty deeds
The children's war is a war of cooperation
NOT INCORPORATION
The valley is long
The journey unknown
However, the summit, whose snow covered cap
Lies atop
Where the air is crisp
And the waves are distant
>>>>> A TRIangle goes here and the point is virtual.
I think therefore I am (cogito ergo sum) whatever I choose to be without limitations and out of the box and making it REAL. 8/9/07
Thursday, August 2, 2007
The Mind Creates
The mind creates a whirlwind whose clouds embrace to form patterns. The unreal becomes real and visa versa. In the evolutionary scale, can we go back to simply ENERGY being objective and not subjective? Case in point the here and now. The repeat cycle is exciting. Not for anything, it would seem that it would be wilder the next time round. In the original pantheons, the gods had the characteristics of men and visa versa. Can it be said that all is as we intended it to be for the enjoyment and employment of it all? The material can never come with you in your journey, but the brief acquirement of material, is just that: BRIEF. Mind expansion or mind power is endless and will flow when YOU flow. The magick is in the word and the word is in YOU. Did you enhance perchance a sleeping giant? Aye! Eye of blue in you on one on me. Encrypted, but depicted as finely as can be done at this hour of reckoning. 4:28 a.m. 14 = 5 PENTA = 4 Elements + Electric (spirit). 8/2/07 = 17 = 8 = continuum and nine (cycles and levels).
You see the encompassed dreams spilled forward like splattered brains on a sidewalk. Eggs cooking on a hot summer's day out on IS 86 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interstate_86_(east)) that does not yet exist at certain points, but is. 8/2/07
Your music works well for allowing the mind to flow freely in the waves of natural movement synthesized and not synthetic...electric pounding neurons...WEE HA!
Keep on striking chords as the melody is hypnotic and not chaotic...melting smelting steel...melding folds of the soul electric mind over matter.
Creation for the sake of doing so! ~ 8/1/07
You see the encompassed dreams spilled forward like splattered brains on a sidewalk. Eggs cooking on a hot summer's day out on IS 86 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interstate_86_(east)) that does not yet exist at certain points, but is. 8/2/07
Your music works well for allowing the mind to flow freely in the waves of natural movement synthesized and not synthetic...electric pounding neurons...WEE HA!
Keep on striking chords as the melody is hypnotic and not chaotic...melting smelting steel...melding folds of the soul electric mind over matter.
Creation for the sake of doing so! ~ 8/1/07
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