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my funny band name ideas. and axolotls.
and feeling like i've called upon, or thought of and manifested an encounter with, and if so then this means mind etiquette might exist. maybe when im thinking of people, things, im really knocking on the door. if you are there, you can hear me thinking about you.
bekah was roasted tonight. and as i sit here... reflecting... i am startled every fucking second-or-so by the clash of the MALE/FEMALE RESTROOM sign above our hallway bathroom. Mostly it's followed by someone sarcastically blaming it on someone else.
Boy, the time it takes me to coherently assemble sentences-
In an hour i think I have to take Jack to the airport.... I hope I don't have to wake him up. He said "Maybe I'll just stay up" and the last I heard he was MAKING OUT.
I didn't see anything, except J-something naked on the porch. Was it J or A-something. I was very happy about the naked porch situ' and later nudel girls.
i just noticed how tightly i am holding my shoulders.
and i sit, relax them, breathe..... and tight shoulders before i know it. what have i said no to, that i should keep it in my back? like a battery of repressed, somethings.
... hm yup there it is, Jack is probably going to move to Oakland with Jake and oue house in the woods will need a new member, two new members. I'll just hold that information between my two shoulder blades.
Natalie is looking for Anna, she is calling down the hall BAnnaaana. Bannana. Not in here Natalie, I hope you find her.Love, I love my froends. I tried to call up this feeling in meta practice, here it is. this feeling of outward love has inherent in it an inward love. its all open and reflecting back on me.
showdown airport drive fancy time.
and feeling like i've called upon, or thought of and manifested an encounter with, and if so then this means mind etiquette might exist. maybe when im thinking of people, things, im really knocking on the door. if you are there, you can hear me thinking about you.
bekah was roasted tonight. and as i sit here... reflecting... i am startled every fucking second-or-so by the clash of the MALE/FEMALE RESTROOM sign above our hallway bathroom. Mostly it's followed by someone sarcastically blaming it on someone else.
Boy, the time it takes me to coherently assemble sentences-
In an hour i think I have to take Jack to the airport.... I hope I don't have to wake him up. He said "Maybe I'll just stay up" and the last I heard he was MAKING OUT.
I didn't see anything, except J-something naked on the porch. Was it J or A-something. I was very happy about the naked porch situ' and later nudel girls.
i just noticed how tightly i am holding my shoulders.
and i sit, relax them, breathe..... and tight shoulders before i know it. what have i said no to, that i should keep it in my back? like a battery of repressed, somethings.
... hm yup there it is, Jack is probably going to move to Oakland with Jake and oue house in the woods will need a new member, two new members. I'll just hold that information between my two shoulder blades.
Natalie is looking for Anna, she is calling down the hall BAnnaaana. Bannana. Not in here Natalie, I hope you find her.Love, I love my froends. I tried to call up this feeling in meta practice, here it is. this feeling of outward love has inherent in it an inward love. its all open and reflecting back on me.
showdown airport drive fancy time.