The metaphysical center...
So, yesterday, Jeremy and I went on a search for a motorcycle and a helmet. Jeremy and I are getting permits to ride, so we need a helmet. Plus, he wants to get a cycle here soon. So, anyways, we rode bike all around Minneapolis to find a helmet. Literally rode bike for about five hours in the shit-ass cold. The search was futile, since the helmet he wanted was very specific.
Well, I have also been looking to buy a new bicycle, and we looked around also. We ended up at 19th and 6th in the arts quarter by the U campus, in a bike shop. Across the street, someone apparently ran into the church fence. The entire fence was knocked down and two cop cars were there doing their job. Odd.
We spent some time in the bike store and came out empty handed. But on the other side of the building was a tree. No, not just an ordinary tree. A fucked up one, with branches and branches that shot straight up. It was as if the whole thing was hung like an marrionette doll. It was a sight to see.
Jeremy and I left for my house, when only another block or so away from this tree, was a women on a bus-stop bench. She looked about forty or so and she held a ray-gun. It was a little silver and red, futuristic ray-gun. What was a middle-aged women doing with that?
Answer? We somehow stumble upon the center of the metaphysical universe. How else can you explain all these wierd things? Coincidence? No way.
So, what does this all mean? Who or what is that women? Why is that tree all messed up? What truly caused the accident? Is the women the cause of the accident? Or is the tree the cause of the women? Or was the accident the trigger to the entire flip of the perception? Or really far out there, did the women come from some other time or place to reclaim the "tree of life" and some humans got in her way so she shot them with her gun and thus, boom fenceless church?
J/K But the entire experience was true. Oh, and we never got helmets. And my legs killed me all day today. Hachi Machi!!!
Well, I have also been looking to buy a new bicycle, and we looked around also. We ended up at 19th and 6th in the arts quarter by the U campus, in a bike shop. Across the street, someone apparently ran into the church fence. The entire fence was knocked down and two cop cars were there doing their job. Odd.
We spent some time in the bike store and came out empty handed. But on the other side of the building was a tree. No, not just an ordinary tree. A fucked up one, with branches and branches that shot straight up. It was as if the whole thing was hung like an marrionette doll. It was a sight to see.
Jeremy and I left for my house, when only another block or so away from this tree, was a women on a bus-stop bench. She looked about forty or so and she held a ray-gun. It was a little silver and red, futuristic ray-gun. What was a middle-aged women doing with that?
Answer? We somehow stumble upon the center of the metaphysical universe. How else can you explain all these wierd things? Coincidence? No way.
So, what does this all mean? Who or what is that women? Why is that tree all messed up? What truly caused the accident? Is the women the cause of the accident? Or is the tree the cause of the women? Or was the accident the trigger to the entire flip of the perception? Or really far out there, did the women come from some other time or place to reclaim the "tree of life" and some humans got in her way so she shot them with her gun and thus, boom fenceless church?
J/K But the entire experience was true. Oh, and we never got helmets. And my legs killed me all day today. Hachi Machi!!!