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As the floor underneath my bed trembles due to a nearby train trolling in the tracks, I sit here pondering - as I attempt to rack my head for writing ideas (which was going to take place in the park sitting on my Elvis blanket but apparently my notebook had gone MIA - cut to me frantically fussing all over the house), to then decide upon opening this thing, stare at it's glowing white radiance, and attempting to break away from my fastidious mind for a brief moment in time.
What is on my mind... is that people are so frightened of the idea of 'saving' someone else. Everyone tells me, "You can never be saved, you have to pick yourself up on your own" -- I'm sorry, but no shit Sherlock, as if that hasn't been the majority of life thus far on this planet. I don't need to be saved, basic operations Danforth seems to run alright on AA batteries and a Naragansett or two.
When two random people - emerging out of different woodwork - collide, and realize they have a natural connection, but a lot of pent up frustrations and problems - both individually realize that they want to do whatever will make the other one happy; it's all about the harmony. So what, that essentially means you're both 'saving' each other? is that such a bad thing? You can't even mention the thought of it without having someone else shoot it down.. people are almost as touchy as discussing it as they are speaking of death (which people don't discuss enough - leads to fear, when my standpoint with death is clear and the fear is quite diluted.
Will hopefully be spending this day raking my head for more ideas in regards to my new project. which will slowly, step by step, make its way through. it involves community participation though, so we'll see who I can actually round up for this creative process. (I also like to be elusive about it, which doesn't make the concept any easier.)
Don't wanna jinx it, but I have an interview tomorrow at a toy store; have to say I'm pretty excited.
What is on my mind... is that people are so frightened of the idea of 'saving' someone else. Everyone tells me, "You can never be saved, you have to pick yourself up on your own" -- I'm sorry, but no shit Sherlock, as if that hasn't been the majority of life thus far on this planet. I don't need to be saved, basic operations Danforth seems to run alright on AA batteries and a Naragansett or two.
When two random people - emerging out of different woodwork - collide, and realize they have a natural connection, but a lot of pent up frustrations and problems - both individually realize that they want to do whatever will make the other one happy; it's all about the harmony. So what, that essentially means you're both 'saving' each other? is that such a bad thing? You can't even mention the thought of it without having someone else shoot it down.. people are almost as touchy as discussing it as they are speaking of death (which people don't discuss enough - leads to fear, when my standpoint with death is clear and the fear is quite diluted.
Will hopefully be spending this day raking my head for more ideas in regards to my new project. which will slowly, step by step, make its way through. it involves community participation though, so we'll see who I can actually round up for this creative process. (I also like to be elusive about it, which doesn't make the concept any easier.)
Don't wanna jinx it, but I have an interview tomorrow at a toy store; have to say I'm pretty excited.