I ate your writeup I think, maybe, somewhere. I forgot how. I'm not sure why..
this would be appropriate as a daylog but really has not enough meaning or sense as a selfcontained node. Node Heaven
will become its new residence.
Sometimes in our wildest dream
s we take and steal and make new things. I had a dream, and to this day, I can’t quite feel, or believe it’s real
. Tonight I might
, just maybe try, to buy or trade a miniscule thing. A thing to take and smell and touch, a thing to make the mud run soft. Today, I might, just maybe to think, perhaps to dream, perhaps… I think. To think?
To dream. To believe, I feel. I think, just maybe, oh well – not clear.
Today I think that something has happened. An unimaginable fashion, a driving passion. Strangled thoughts
and an acidic taste in my mouth has left me with something forcing me south. South
of the stars, of the moon of the sun. A galaxy
merged with another, and what fun.
In my dreams I traveled time
. I crossed the sun
and stars. I flew ten thousand light years
away and watched the Earth, not like it is today. Did you know that telescopes work as time machines? It takes light a year a light-year away to reach Earth
. All we see in the sky are how things once were – if I were to look at the Earth with a mighty telescope from so far away, maybe I could see a new face, not living today. I could watch the might dinosaurs roam, or even watch the fall of Rome.
Today I thought, just maybe – something strange. To taste and feel the words of the deranged
. Deranged not only in thought but in heart and mind. My soul and my body, including my behind. Thrust away, moving slowly, fast
enough to get past me.
Perhaps I think, maybe, somehow I could if I would but I don’t know why. I think if I did I wouldn’t cry
, maybe somehow I might just die.
I don’t know where to go.
Around, behind, above, below.
Thoughts and sound are one big blow.