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I asked Miranda to illustrate twenty-two things for me, once I have all twenty-two things down and figured out. I noticed recently that I--well, like most people I assume--have certain connotations for certain things that other people don't share. So I asked Miranda to, once I get twenty-two things and connotations individual to me down, illustrate them in a tarot card style. So then I will have my very own Frankie Major Arcana--mostly for decoration. I already have a deck for fun (I hope I counted right. I hope it's twenty-two. I hope I didn't lose any).
So I really have no better way to keep track of it than to put it online. I could save it on my computer but we know I have a history with "VIRUS HAHA DIE :D" and machines.
It's friends locked though, because these are mine mine mine and I only trust you you you.
But it's not private because I'm very entertained by this and think it's something people should ponder on and smile about--their own identity?--even if they don't get it illustrated by a friend. :)
You can ignoooore though if you want. ♥
1. The Truck Driver is one of those things I romanticize (I do that a lot especially with things connected to the road and travel) that everyone's like "ew Truck Drivers" at. They exist to me not in a necessarily idealized sense but as a person with a big appetite, who eats the road he travels on, and always leaves things behind. They cannot stop. They are in search of some element of life so beautiful and awesome and radiant that they'll stay, but there is no such thing good enough for them but the continuation of travel, movement, and eating/tasting lives.
2. (Roadside) Deer are just deer. It doesn't mean anything. Except now it does. Now it means to me that it means nothing. A cigar is just a cigar. A deer is just a deer. Haha. That's funny. :)
3. Georgetown is a black hole where things go to rot. I don't want to repeat my description of it. It's here. There. It's everywhere in my journal. It's a very bad area that haunts my life and back of my mind. If I ever get novels published, I'll probably have a reoccurring theme of towns like Georgetown being included. It is one of the--sadly--more solid elements of my life thus far.
4. The Black Truck is. Well. Uhm. You might remember it? Coincidentally, I am still afraid of black trucks. It's a paranoia, yes. But there is something about how DARK and BIG they are, and how DARK and BLACK their windows always are--how I can't see inside and how they roll slowly and big and fjskdlfjkslfj The Black Truck is to me as the Red Bull is to the Last Unicorn. I don't even REMEMBER that movie, I just remember the Bull was the bad guy somehow. Maybe it's the Devil in my tarot deck.
5. The Fortune Teller/The Cassandra is something I'm sorry to give a bad name to but, man, if anybody gives a bad name to it it's me. When I was in middle school--my worst years, the dark ages--I tried to advertise myself as one of these. I gave cryptic messages. I tried to be mysterious, and pitiful at no one listening to me. I recorded dreams, and gave people these omens and guys I was such a bratty little middle schooler. Point is though that I went all out to get attention and be different. And sadly this cannot be a cool, good card. Nuh-uh. Forever, to me, this shit represents a last ditch, immature, childish, see-through effort, or a mistake/humiliation/source of embarrassment from the paaast.
6. (Brutal) Honesty is honesty. I'm not going to redefine it. But it is particularly big to me. I find a strange beauty in honesty that I think a lot of people do but... Just as many people don't. I like gritty, brutally honest descriptions in literature (it is the BEST) and instead of frowning at Springsteen's line "You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright" I'm rather strangely fond of it. Because in the past I haven't been able to keep track of my lies, I've resolved to be as honest as possible. Doesn't mean I'm good at it, but it's something I strive towards.
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So I really have no better way to keep track of it than to put it online. I could save it on my computer but we know I have a history with "VIRUS HAHA DIE :D" and machines.
It's friends locked though, because these are mine mine mine and I only trust you you you.
But it's not private because I'm very entertained by this and think it's something people should ponder on and smile about--their own identity?--even if they don't get it illustrated by a friend. :)
You can ignoooore though if you want. ♥
1. The Truck Driver is one of those things I romanticize (I do that a lot especially with things connected to the road and travel) that everyone's like "ew Truck Drivers" at. They exist to me not in a necessarily idealized sense but as a person with a big appetite, who eats the road he travels on, and always leaves things behind. They cannot stop. They are in search of some element of life so beautiful and awesome and radiant that they'll stay, but there is no such thing good enough for them but the continuation of travel, movement, and eating/tasting lives.
2. (Roadside) Deer are just deer. It doesn't mean anything. Except now it does. Now it means to me that it means nothing. A cigar is just a cigar. A deer is just a deer. Haha. That's funny. :)
3. Georgetown is a black hole where things go to rot. I don't want to repeat my description of it. It's here. There. It's everywhere in my journal. It's a very bad area that haunts my life and back of my mind. If I ever get novels published, I'll probably have a reoccurring theme of towns like Georgetown being included. It is one of the--sadly--more solid elements of my life thus far.
4. The Black Truck is. Well. Uhm. You might remember it? Coincidentally, I am still afraid of black trucks. It's a paranoia, yes. But there is something about how DARK and BIG they are, and how DARK and BLACK their windows always are--how I can't see inside and how they roll slowly and big and fjskdlfjkslfj The Black Truck is to me as the Red Bull is to the Last Unicorn. I don't even REMEMBER that movie, I just remember the Bull was the bad guy somehow. Maybe it's the Devil in my tarot deck.
5. The Fortune Teller/The Cassandra is something I'm sorry to give a bad name to but, man, if anybody gives a bad name to it it's me. When I was in middle school--my worst years, the dark ages--I tried to advertise myself as one of these. I gave cryptic messages. I tried to be mysterious, and pitiful at no one listening to me. I recorded dreams, and gave people these omens and guys I was such a bratty little middle schooler. Point is though that I went all out to get attention and be different. And sadly this cannot be a cool, good card. Nuh-uh. Forever, to me, this shit represents a last ditch, immature, childish, see-through effort, or a mistake/humiliation/source of embarrassment from the paaast.
6. (Brutal) Honesty is honesty. I'm not going to redefine it. But it is particularly big to me. I find a strange beauty in honesty that I think a lot of people do but... Just as many people don't. I like gritty, brutally honest descriptions in literature (it is the BEST) and instead of frowning at Springsteen's line "You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright" I'm rather strangely fond of it. Because in the past I haven't been able to keep track of my lies, I've resolved to be as honest as possible. Doesn't mean I'm good at it, but it's something I strive towards.
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