(for the mostly part.)

Participating in spontaneous raucous, trading drinks for happy pieces of paper, hanging out in new places with different people, cheering up a little sick girl, getting lost while trying to get to the west side of town and finding cool hills although, stinking up the car with herbal Tea, forgetting my glasses in the morning with a smile, and now i am going to guitar center to chill with nice guitars for a minute... good times. and i still have another and many more days ahead of me. wow, what a great way to spend the time and i still get to pay the rent on time. winter is being cool this year so far. (for the mostly part.)

my very extended lunch break is over now, but maybe not for too long...

Submerging myself back into the world of a huge multi-million dollar corporation wind tunnel, ideas and ways of thinking thrown at me while being expected to retain most of what is being fed... Although, the general overview of my feelings portraying my mind and thought processes is not too foreboding in any major way at least- but still, as i mentioned before, to become a facet in a huge corporation, to be immersed in its so called 'culture,' this is a tripped out thing. We are all wearing the same thing basically with small deviations and liberties allowed on our parts- and of course, my tattoos are covered... the real me is under my sleeves and glasses...

And Wow, the word 'corporate culture' and the many ways my mind wanders when looked upon that two worded statement- for yes, it is indeed a statement and not just an adjective preceding a noun- the corporation of any kind of culture indeed- to brand a feeling and an idea of the things we experience in independent businesses: more of an individuality, yet community, yet one-of-a-kind lovely and good tasting products and services... this is something to be thought about: The corporatization of a culture that thrives on individuality and community. There is a certain culture found within small, independently owned coffee shops not exactly found in the Starred corporate stores of coffee (After I said that last thing, i supposed to myself to call them 'coffee stores,' 'shop' is reserved for the lovely independent business) And whatever that is, and i know what that is but have no words to describe it exactly, it has been stolen and exploited whether intentionally or unintentionally by the lady of starbucks! Yes, her coffee is great and she is way hot, but the art on her walls is SO lacking of a soul.. And although the sound track includes great artists and their music, I will not be fooled completely and will not sink into a cookie cutter corporate culture, although, this will be an interesting ride and i am sure there is much for me to learn here, since the actual job description lends itself to the easy side and allows for much 'getting to know each other' time, the people that work there are nice...

well, okay then, i must not get back to the 'job' of being involved in corporate culture...

my StarreD lunch break is over, and my very extended lunch break is over as well for now, but maybe not even both for too long...

exciting good times=cactus breeding.

So, i am trying to create something everyday. So far, it hasn't been too hard, but as for sticking to one styled thing or theme, it has been hard as hell... got lots of new sharpie ink drawings, but haven't painted in a long minute. well, i guess it keeps everything looking good. every time i go back down a road i traveled down before, it gets a little better, more scenic. i do think i need to paint an idea down i had a few weeks ago, and it's cool, i remember now, i wrote that shit down in one of my notebooks. (but i cannot recall which one.)
i finally brought my San Pedro cactus inside yesterday morning, although i waited a little bit too long this year, he is drooping from taking in too much cold water. in fact, part of him fell over. it should be fine, i am going to dip him with some natural rooting hormone and fix his broken limb up in a new pot, he'll have lots of babies once the warm spring comes. exciting good times=cactus breeding.

whole thought and piece of work

"Every Cause has its Effect; every Effect has its Cause; everything happens according to Law; Chance is but a name for Law not recognized; there are many planes of causeation, but nothing escapes the Law." -The Kybalion

When i picked this book up when i was 18, it didn't really make too much of sense to me. But i kept it, and kept reading it; at first, i was on a long greyhound bus ride in the winter snow with fellow bus riding people and babies to ignore. I read through it later on, months, and then years later, and it said different things to me as i changed in life through experiences. stilll, when i go through it, different things grab my attention. It's a weird little book, and I don't think it is meant to be read cover to cover, i think it is meant to be read in a random way, different sections in a weird order. Nothing in it is presented in a linear theme, it is meant to be taken in as a whole thought and piece of work.

again,

The Other shall be of not far away propensity of density forthwith of mind-all and mind-will, the First will be of giving light and love to the all.

this came to me while i was waking up this lovely morning. i am going to think about this and get back at it later today.

love to the all...

AND although slipping farther away from what is yesterday, i still find days full of Daze.
AND although despite all the streams of bad luck and let downs, good things keep happening that make more of an impact than the stupid little people and things: although i try not to let it all get to me too much, i am smiling a big one and i will be for daze to come. nothing has proved to be permanent in my universe, and i cannot decipher which reason why: my amnesia throw-backs, or if my life has been indeed going through change at a faster pace than usual. and it's not like i can ask someone else's trusted advice, the people i would usually be talking to have fallen off the planet or something to that effect. maybe it is the weather? maybe it is my constant asking of 'what fucking day is it?' maybe i have forgotten too many days in a row to shower? hopefully these and other burning questions will be answered in the highly anticipated days to come in the life of DRee.

using the thick, clear plastic tape that will probably fall off in about two weeks, i taped up heavy black garbage bags on my five single-paned windows up here in the bedroom, making it a cave capable of a little bit more of warmness to Enjoy. Azyah doesn't seem to mind the cold at all: she likes to put on her Sponge Bob Square Pants gloves and construct trains made out of pillows, chairs, and blankets.

well, back to it again,
The other shall be of not far away propensity of density forthwith of mind-all mind-will...

Propensity- an often intense natural inclination or preference. what a great word to be included in a part of a phrase coming to me while in a half awake-and-sleep state. It was a really cool morning, and these words, although i couldn't get a pen in time to get all of them down onto a piece of paper, were very bright and strong, repeating in different ways throughout my consciousness echoes.
mind-all mind-will... to will your mind to be mindful of all, having compassion for all in some sort of sense.
and as for 'the other' phrase, i am seeing what was the picture in my head, but i am not too clear as to what it means. there were two ways being talked about in my vision, perhaps tonight both will make themselves more apparent. Really, i just need to think about this more. Well, i probably just need to fall asleep whilst thinking about it.

i gave it away.

i have no my space. sweeet. i gave it away.

:)

getting there is not the only way to get there.