"Riding the Synchronicity freeway..."

[wolven7]

Reading certain itterations of John Constantine always puts me in a fucked up place, headwise, and makes me see various connections in the world. The flight of ravens, separating, in flight, followed by a butterfly, while listening to the first A Perfect Circle album, and making a phone call to someone. Interesting combinations of meaning.

Which, of course, led me to thinking about fractal butterflies... Which brought me back around to John, talking about Chaos and Order.

I've been spending the last three days throwing out childhood memories. It's strange, but necessary. I only kept them around because I needed... reminders. Not so much, anymore. I went ahead and internalised those, as I went through. Better, now. Money came through, so that's a bit better.

Drop me a line. You know you miss me.