preliminary investigations reveal transient possibilities
eliminating the obvious incorrections helps to make things a bit more clear
clarity of mind and clarity of vision invoke a feeling of general ease of mind
hyperbolic notions of time and space limit your imagination and keep you in your place.
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Friday:
I have to prepare myself to deal with that whole large group inertia thing for the next couple of days… whenever you get involved with a group larger than 5 or so, there starts to be a considerable amount of group inertia… nobody can decide what we want to do, or how we want to do it, or when we want to do it… and then when we do decide, it takes as much time to get everyone together and out the door as it does to do whatever group activity we’ve come up with.
It’s not that bad, I don’t guess… but it is draining, still.
I’m in Ashland, Oregon, hometown of Mr. Sage Weil. A large group of internet heros have gathered here to celebrate the anniversary of the birth of aforementioned Mr. Sage Weil.
AShland seems to be a bit of a mystical center point of internet-related thought or something. I suspect to get closer to the truth while I’m here. I just hope I have enough time.
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Sunday:
I think I may have met someone new last night. Well, actually I did meet several people I had never met before, but I may have met one that might actually become a recurring character.
I like it when things are in an upswing and they keep going that way. I just have to remember to not let the first upset spoil the whole thing. up up up!
I had to wait 3 hours in line to get into an overcrowded party last night. It could have been fun, but I was hungry and tired by the time I got in. I ended up leaving after about 20 minutes. That was $20 well spent, I think.
Oh well. I’m sure there was some reason for it that’s beyond my scope of understanding. Yeah. ahaha.
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Friday:
We’re all pinwheeling our arms around and around out in a grassy field under a clear, blue sky. And we don’t want to run into each other as we spin around, but we sort of do, too.
Last night, I saw a dance company called Urban Bush Women. They seemed to have a message about urban women in the world. They are strong, and powerful, and sensual, and compassionate, and all else. The dancing was to a live percussionist. He was good, and I ended up watching him a lot of the time. There’s no reason to watch a drummer, though, is there?
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Tuesday:
a wrinkling, crinkling of my brow,
and a careful twist of my wrist,
and a slowly building wall of mist.
That’s all it takes for you to know I’m lost.
And the next thing to know is if I’m scared.
And then I guess you can try to figure out if you’re there with me.
I’m beating my head still.
Beating it with my hands, and beating it against things.
Just generally beating.
Like my heart, but not so rhythmic or something. Yeah. Beat beat beat.
Ok. About what?
These darn girls. I try to keep them out of my head, and then they go and twirl me up around some finger or other roughly cylindrical body part, and I’m just happy to be noticed.
It’s all so simple, and it’s takes a long time to notice it, and forever to forget it.
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Sunday:
Claw your way up my back and perch your head on my shoulder.
Wrap your legs around my neck and bend all the way over.
A naked trickle of salty semen drips from the corner of my mouth and a drop or two falls down and lands with a splick on your bare behind.
We are love and lust and fuck you combined, and we are never really alive, but you can’t get rid of us no matter how hard you try to close your eyes.
(hey, you know what? I make this up.)