Portals, portals everywhere, but not a trip to spare...
...maybe
There comes into my life several interdimensional doorways that align and allow for a small decision to have a big impact or a big decision in many planes to rest upon a small decision in yet another. These doorways have been aligning recently and it is both scary and amazing. Cause and effect seem to explode for me in amazing ways. Had I not tackled apathy and fear of rejection in applying for a job in a Chinese Restaurant, I would have never met my first wife. Had I not decided to put sleep off for a while longer and go to a seemingly innocent Methodist Church dance, I would not have met the second. Had the second worked out, I would not be going to Taiwan...How I wished this one would have worked out. But, these aforementioned doors make their presence known like a roommate ancy about you making rent this month or not.
The conglomerate of 7-11, with apparent little knowledge of its crushing of my soul, carries on without me now. Their comes a time, if there are those who still believe in time, when a person must set off from a course of apathy, a course of mundanity, a course straighter then an interstate highway through the wheat plains of the north, a course with less variability then y=0, a course that has no obstacle, a course without remorse, a horse is a horse of course of course, a course without impact unlike a particular carpenter on this particular Sunday, a course whose beginning is its end is its beginning, a course ...well you get the picture. The path off of this course was nearly as straight as the beaten, but with more dust. There was a call, there was a talk, there was a plan, there was a rejection... there opened a portal...there was a plan, there was a COURSE of action, there was planning, there was a known path, there was a long drive, there were kolaches, there were energy drinks, there was a journey that held so much more than the destination...at which was a blonde that invokes dark reveries...a flight away from the soul-sucking straw with a little spoon at the end...slurp, slurp, slurpee...take flight my friends into the air which we walk everyday, firmly upon the ground. We could walk into the water and we would drown, we could swim through lava but we would burn, we could swim through some mystery gas which could be pressurized but we would suffocate. I believe that we should be able to fly, just need to find the right movements. We push up and forward on solids, we float and churn through water, perhaps a perfectly timed blender dance or some fairly ingenious kitty paddle (cats are envious which is why they don't like water...how would they swim?). Churning away from my hell, my textbook example of what not to do in art design class (orange,red,green...really...) I was speeding away as was speeding up for the poor soul which had to take my place. Upon a mountain is how I was told I would be pictured, having left on my own terms, not taking anymore. A crazy old bat with a gray old beard shaking his wanker towards usurpers of original ideas.
Ironically, (Irony is my true lover: sweet, subtle, then BAM all crazy), the directions for this Mecca towards nowhere and everywhere was printed on pink paper. Pink paper, pink paper, pink paper, pink slip. These directions, a beautiful journey through my rose colored glasses, led the way to anywhere but here. It commenced at 12:30...long enough for me to grab one last free coffee, get some gas, and share my departure news with those who understand the underlying beauty of dropping such a weight from the shoulders. A weight heavy, not from responsibility or a deep, dark secret, but the weight of a crappy job that paid just enough to make one stay a wee bit longer. It was like they knew the marginal benefit of working there and knew that, with any negative externality they would be seeing our bums slide down our indifference curve and hop onto a higher one. The arrival was right at 6am and the target was drearily woken by an unexpected ring. That is right, how do I find your place...yes it is early sorry...so, how do I get there from here...yes by here I mean HERE. Woo-hoo.
Things were fun and Cube 3 was watched...a math nerdess with dreamy sheets...and a comfy couch. I was away, eating at KIKU Garden, life was beautiful. The way back was sweet also. So many things, so much though, even got some reading done.
Will write more laterz,
Blinky-Hat just an estimate of where I am at
There comes into my life several interdimensional doorways that align and allow for a small decision to have a big impact or a big decision in many planes to rest upon a small decision in yet another. These doorways have been aligning recently and it is both scary and amazing. Cause and effect seem to explode for me in amazing ways. Had I not tackled apathy and fear of rejection in applying for a job in a Chinese Restaurant, I would have never met my first wife. Had I not decided to put sleep off for a while longer and go to a seemingly innocent Methodist Church dance, I would not have met the second. Had the second worked out, I would not be going to Taiwan...How I wished this one would have worked out. But, these aforementioned doors make their presence known like a roommate ancy about you making rent this month or not.
The conglomerate of 7-11, with apparent little knowledge of its crushing of my soul, carries on without me now. Their comes a time, if there are those who still believe in time, when a person must set off from a course of apathy, a course of mundanity, a course straighter then an interstate highway through the wheat plains of the north, a course with less variability then y=0, a course that has no obstacle, a course without remorse, a horse is a horse of course of course, a course without impact unlike a particular carpenter on this particular Sunday, a course whose beginning is its end is its beginning, a course ...well you get the picture. The path off of this course was nearly as straight as the beaten, but with more dust. There was a call, there was a talk, there was a plan, there was a rejection... there opened a portal...there was a plan, there was a COURSE of action, there was planning, there was a known path, there was a long drive, there were kolaches, there were energy drinks, there was a journey that held so much more than the destination...at which was a blonde that invokes dark reveries...a flight away from the soul-sucking straw with a little spoon at the end...slurp, slurp, slurpee...take flight my friends into the air which we walk everyday, firmly upon the ground. We could walk into the water and we would drown, we could swim through lava but we would burn, we could swim through some mystery gas which could be pressurized but we would suffocate. I believe that we should be able to fly, just need to find the right movements. We push up and forward on solids, we float and churn through water, perhaps a perfectly timed blender dance or some fairly ingenious kitty paddle (cats are envious which is why they don't like water...how would they swim?). Churning away from my hell, my textbook example of what not to do in art design class (orange,red,green...really...) I was speeding away as was speeding up for the poor soul which had to take my place. Upon a mountain is how I was told I would be pictured, having left on my own terms, not taking anymore. A crazy old bat with a gray old beard shaking his wanker towards usurpers of original ideas.
Ironically, (Irony is my true lover: sweet, subtle, then BAM all crazy), the directions for this Mecca towards nowhere and everywhere was printed on pink paper. Pink paper, pink paper, pink paper, pink slip. These directions, a beautiful journey through my rose colored glasses, led the way to anywhere but here. It commenced at 12:30...long enough for me to grab one last free coffee, get some gas, and share my departure news with those who understand the underlying beauty of dropping such a weight from the shoulders. A weight heavy, not from responsibility or a deep, dark secret, but the weight of a crappy job that paid just enough to make one stay a wee bit longer. It was like they knew the marginal benefit of working there and knew that, with any negative externality they would be seeing our bums slide down our indifference curve and hop onto a higher one. The arrival was right at 6am and the target was drearily woken by an unexpected ring. That is right, how do I find your place...yes it is early sorry...so, how do I get there from here...yes by here I mean HERE. Woo-hoo.
Things were fun and Cube 3 was watched...a math nerdess with dreamy sheets...and a comfy couch. I was away, eating at KIKU Garden, life was beautiful. The way back was sweet also. So many things, so much though, even got some reading done.
Will write more laterz,
Blinky-Hat just an estimate of where I am at