tonight.

fridays are for drinks to wash away the busy days before them. yea, it's cool, i'm going to have a few tonight.

really badly.

i have a love/hate relationship with all this snow, but right now, it is definitely a hate. my stupid car door wouldn't shut all the way last night due to the extensive amount of ice and snow, now my stupid battery is dead. fuck.
well, i guess it was indeed all my fault for not checking to see if my car door was shut all the way, and i guess i should have double checked it when i thought i saw the light on, but i attributed the sight to my shotty eye sight playing tricks on my vision. snow sucks in a hilly city with shitty drivers and no glasses to help. i need to go get some more really bad.

now i get to read my book.

wow this weekend has hurt me. too much no sleeping. at least i got one day left to recuperate, it was worth it though. ready to do it all again.

(better than the superman introduction, but still faster than a speeding bullet)

navigating down the intergalactic space coastway, connected with a most inspiring piece of knowledge long lost and forgotten by the greater portion of humanity as known to exist on the planet earth, forever changed into a being with purpose undisclosed to my brain and action, cognitive motions and paths directed by a being of white pure light for eternity. arms have welcomed and embraced me, light will pour out from everything, my glasses are broken: a better way to see a spectacle. signs easier to understand.

smiling

chillin chillin chilllin. woke up this morning to not wanting to leave the bed in which i shared, fell asleep with a smile on my face. smiled all day too. still smiling.

Pom glass?

some shoes came into my life last night, they are made of recycled materials, and i wonder if the materials will take me to the place where they originally came from. perhaps all things do this, and we are just not aware of it, the whole picture is way too big for our mind to comprehend; we are all on a path to the source of all the crap we surround ourselves with. or, is it that the crap is surrounding us with this intention at its core? are we a product of our crap or is our crap a product of us? we do indeed make some of the the crap , but do we make the crap because it tells us to do so? well, i will go ask my Pom glass.

sweetness flight path wandering

everything is just peachy and although not so clean.
my house looks like it's been having fun for weeks.
got a new black dog haired satellite papazan chair to my left.
wanders down the street have me smiling again and again.
no sleep will be a theme of tonight, i have too much to think.
sweetness. i say that word a lot in my writings and in my voice box, although, i have been fighting the urge to eat sweets for years and years.. .. .. . ... i instead say it just to hear what it tastes like up to my ears in words never ending story gumby i miss my little azyah sage. the bestest in the world to snuggle with,
tiny snuggle monster head butts wake me up whilst i dream, so i can easily remember that which my head thinks during sleeping and astral travelling, shoes are not necessary for flight path wandering. happy holidays.

GD atom break down smile

being led around by my right hand: everything meshed around me into a star system, atoms being all things existant in the universe, everything broke down to its beginning and end all at once, everything now. i love visits with cat food treats.
went to a new years eve show, stayed up for a day and a half basking in knowledge and light with others smiling the same GD atom break-down smile
picked up a columbus hitch hiker and gave him a ride to cincinnati, ate breakfast composed of stacked and stuffed bob evans pancakes, met a really cool Dog, blew up cha cha with random stupid questions about ohio.