Kinda a strange weekend... not sure if it can be summarized. It was good, the weather was wonderful, even when it was stormy and dark, then bright and clear today. I love love love the wind
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I was just in awe of how beuatiful the random peices of your journal strung together are, and then i get to the last sentence...
150 pgs of Augustine and psych studying and paper writing. then around 4, i had the worst nightmare in a long evening gown into the forest. i was certain that everyone that had been present would be hunted down and murdered. i woke up feeling happy and warm. Transcription of Organ Music The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, the closet door opened, because I used it before, it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner. I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening to music, my misery, that's why I want to sing. The room closed down on me, I expected the presence of the Creator, I saw my gray painted walls and ceiling, they contained my room, they contained me as the sky contained my garden, I opened my door The rambler vine climbed up the cottage post, the leaves in the night light, sun's gone, they had all grown, in a moment, and were wait- ing stopped in time for the day sun to come and give them... Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them. I am becoming shyer, and more lonesome. I want home, the hills and hidden streams and endless forests and the quiet and the peace. And nothing is expected, i can curl for days with my books and records, and when the desire strikes, fall into the warmth of my dear dear friends. There's nothing i can depend on here. just woke from the beautiful-est, beautiful-est dream... i had been worried and sad and tired and missing people dreadfully. i feel asleep with jeff mangum ringing in my ears, o the loveliness of neutral milk hotel... i had a large room, with four windows on three walls, they had no screens. The air was crisp and smelled like forest and there were pines through the forest. All of my friends were in that room, in spirit more than actually noting their physical presence. Kara and i were sitting together on the floor, charcoal smudges on my face, legs, arms, floor, desk. Dreamy but awake. My violet is dying, my ivy is growing up the stacks of books on my bedside table. It feels like a hummingbird. I hope I don't die. I just ate.
150 pgs of Augustine and psych studying and paper writing. then around 4, i had the worst nightmare in a long evening gown into the forest. i was certain that everyone that had been present would be hunted down and murdered. i woke up feeling happy and warm. Transcription of Organ Music The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, the closet door opened, because I used it before, it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner. I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening to music, my misery, that's why I want to sing. The room closed down on me, I expected the presence of the Creator, I saw my gray painted walls and ceiling, they contained my room, they contained me as the sky contained my garden, I opened my door The rambler vine climbed up the cottage post, the leaves in the night light, sun's gone, they had all grown, in a moment, and were wait- ing stopped in time for the day sun to come and give them... Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them. I am becoming shyer, and more lonesome. I want home, the hills and hidden streams and endless forests and the quiet and the peace. And nothing is expected, i can curl for days with my books and records, and when the desire strikes, fall into the warmth of my dear dear friends. There's nothing i can depend on here. just woke from the beautiful-est, beautiful-est dream... i had been worried and sad and tired and missing people dreadfully. i feel asleep with jeff mangum ringing in my ears, o the loveliness of neutral milk hotel... i had a large room, with four windows on three walls, they had no screens. The air was crisp and smelled like forest and there were pines through the forest. All of my friends were in that room, in spirit more than actually noting their physical presence. Kara and i were sitting together on the floor, charcoal smudges on my face, legs, arms, floor, desk. Dreamy but awake. My violet is dying, my ivy is growing up the stacks of books on my bedside table. It feels like a hummingbird. I hope I don't die. I just ate.
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