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This morning...
Sitting in an opera house/movie cinema/cruise ship, a little balcony booth, the last seat to the left, looking over hundreds of other people.
Watching a movie about a golf ball rolling on some grass and golfer's feet in shoes nearby. The ship was experiencing turbulance.
Every time I looked over the balcony I felt like it was going to fall off, like a ship this gigantic should not be feeling all this bumpady bump.
Zach Pearson, (He was in the seat next to me)... I said to him, I didnt like the movie, I was going downstairs, and he told me... no, no, no, we were watching a really good movie and the balcony would NOT fall off.
But I left anyway.
I pushed through a swarm of middle school aged children, and walked down some stairs like the ones in parking garages.white cement.
Down stairs, a big, seemingly small, rectangular room
and
chaos is afoot.
People not DOING bad things, but FEELING bad things, everyone was grouchy and bitter,
my head was heavy, like my ears were going to pop.
I looked around
I saw a pooh bear boy,
trying to catch people and cut them with plastic scissors ,
he was soooo sad,
and all of the people in the room were sad because of him.
I captured him and I took him into a bed room,
He thought we'd make babies then, But we did not.
I told him... no, nope, no babies to be made right now,
and I asked him why he was so sad.
He said when he was born he had a deadly disease, it was so deadly that most of his body died and only his internal organs could be saved(Igeusstheyfiguredoutawaytogetthespinalchordoutofthespineandothercrazythingslikethhat, ormaybehiswholebodyjustdecayedandleftwhatdidnotdecay)
so the doctors put them into a Pooh Bear Stuffed animal,
it was the only way he could survive.
He told me about all of his medicine he had to take every every day,
and he cried because
He was a little boy, in a Pooh Bear body.
He wasn't angry anymore, he gave me a rabies vaccine as a gift.
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Home.
This feels like the best thing.
I am happy.
I go to the coffee shop and telepathically think things to the boy at the counter.
He is about 5' 10', curly brown hair, scruffy smile, pot belly, owl tattoo, 30ish.
Yup. I like him. His distance is beautiful, I dont think I want to ever talk to him.
Food is good here. soup,bread,soup,bread and oatmeal and yogurt and kale and collards and spinich and salad and avocados and cheese...
Neighborhood the dog is happy, Piccalilly doesn't hump him anymore. He loves snow. me too.
I have a spinning wheel, spin a spin spin
and I am learning lots of songs and my fingers hurt from my guitar's strings and I am going to a potluck tommorow night and friendly friends will be there and my horoscope says that I will be firey tommorow so maybe I will fall in love.
I dont get drunk anymore. I want to be only wholesome.
My chickens let me hold them and, my mom made rice pudding with three of their eggs.
I miss the people I love who are not around me in my place of current space.
I have my car,
I think I'll start driving saturday morning,
I will drive home on monday.
Sitting in an opera house/movie cinema/cruise ship, a little balcony booth, the last seat to the left, looking over hundreds of other people.
Watching a movie about a golf ball rolling on some grass and golfer's feet in shoes nearby. The ship was experiencing turbulance.
Every time I looked over the balcony I felt like it was going to fall off, like a ship this gigantic should not be feeling all this bumpady bump.
Zach Pearson, (He was in the seat next to me)... I said to him, I didnt like the movie, I was going downstairs, and he told me... no, no, no, we were watching a really good movie and the balcony would NOT fall off.
But I left anyway.
I pushed through a swarm of middle school aged children, and walked down some stairs like the ones in parking garages.white cement.
Down stairs, a big, seemingly small, rectangular room
and
chaos is afoot.
People not DOING bad things, but FEELING bad things, everyone was grouchy and bitter,
my head was heavy, like my ears were going to pop.
I looked around
I saw a pooh bear boy,
trying to catch people and cut them with plastic scissors ,
he was soooo sad,
and all of the people in the room were sad because of him.
I captured him and I took him into a bed room,
He thought we'd make babies then, But we did not.
I told him... no, nope, no babies to be made right now,
and I asked him why he was so sad.
He said when he was born he had a deadly disease, it was so deadly that most of his body died and only his internal organs could be saved(Igeusstheyfiguredoutawaytogetthespinalchordoutofthespineandothercrazythingslikethhat, ormaybehiswholebodyjustdecayedandleftwhatdidnotdecay)
so the doctors put them into a Pooh Bear Stuffed animal,
it was the only way he could survive.
He told me about all of his medicine he had to take every every day,
and he cried because
He was a little boy, in a Pooh Bear body.
He wasn't angry anymore, he gave me a rabies vaccine as a gift.
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Home.
This feels like the best thing.
I am happy.
I go to the coffee shop and telepathically think things to the boy at the counter.
He is about 5' 10', curly brown hair, scruffy smile, pot belly, owl tattoo, 30ish.
Yup. I like him. His distance is beautiful, I dont think I want to ever talk to him.
Food is good here. soup,bread,soup,bread and oatmeal and yogurt and kale and collards and spinich and salad and avocados and cheese...
Neighborhood the dog is happy, Piccalilly doesn't hump him anymore. He loves snow. me too.
I have a spinning wheel, spin a spin spin
and I am learning lots of songs and my fingers hurt from my guitar's strings and I am going to a potluck tommorow night and friendly friends will be there and my horoscope says that I will be firey tommorow so maybe I will fall in love.
I dont get drunk anymore. I want to be only wholesome.
My chickens let me hold them and, my mom made rice pudding with three of their eggs.
I miss the people I love who are not around me in my place of current space.
I have my car,
I think I'll start driving saturday morning,
I will drive home on monday.