The Scope of Encouraging Horror or "Ich erinnere mich an alles"

This is a good time to take stock of what you have accomplished over the past six months, WOLVEN. You have ventured far during that time and encountered a lot of surprises. But you have grown from each of these personal and spiritual challenges. You should feel pretty good about how your life is progressing. Congratulate yourself on your bravery, your optimism, and your persistence, and commit to keeping up the good work.

Well. That's encouraging.

{2.03am: In other news, November is shaping up to hold something massive, one way or another. Keep an eye out, for me.}

Strange is normal, for me, and sanity is not statistical.

Electric Six& Jack White - [Danger (High Voltage)]--- I've been having strange dream interactions, in places that don't exist, with people i don't usually see, outside of my dream space. But i know that things are ok, in a lot of areas, and not so ok, in a lot of others. (Soul Coughing - [Super Bon Bon]). There's too much cross-action, and, in the end, that's bad for a lot of people, but shit, it's the way things are... We deal.

I have this feeling like... still moving through mind-tar, on some levels. That the things i know and love are fossils, in the tar, being slowly turned into petrolium products, or a roadside tourist attraction. Nothing more than exquisite curiousities, for a mundane world, so that they can feel special and out of the ordinary, for a moment, and then return home, to their oral sex, their television, and their cutting each other's hamstrings, and fucking the holes. (The Chorus - [The Ballad of Sweeney Todd]). This is not a feeling that i like...

I need coffee and conversation. Discussion around matricies of thought, and action, pertaining to what to do with the world. What new possibilities this state of half-and-half can bring: This Distinction, throughout the people, and the loss and pain, felt everywhere. I want to see your eyes roam the room, and fill with... whatever. Fire, ice, hatred, poison... But i want to see that. Not be X miles away, trying to integrate that feeling through a screen. I don't want to talk Day-to-Day, more than I talk Spectacular. (Praxis - [Interface-Stimulation Loop]). The very idea of that makes me nearly unbearably sad.

And i don't just want to talk spectacular. Converse it... I want to do it. But that's kind of... difficult. Would like some more views. But, hey, i know the majority of the factors keeping the majority of the people i want to speak with, away.

Carmina Burana - [Dies, Nox Et Omnia]--- I'm done bitching about what i want, for now. I'm going to go get ready for work. These things'll either happen, or they won't.

{Edit: McLusky - [Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues]--- They'll happen.}

Tom Waits conversations.

The best part about my day, at all, happened 10 minutes before closing. I was standing there, waiting for the new girl to finish up with her customer, so that i could show her how to close the gate, when he (the customer), looks up and says, "Who's listening to the Tom Waits?" Now, you have to understand. I work in a mall. A mall in a gentrified, yuppie area of town. This guy was 40, at least. We had a conversation about how, now that Tom's off the drugs, he has to direct his Crazy into his music, even more. His parting words to me were, "Strange Music Forever." That made my night. ^_^

In other news, as i told you, i've started reading The Elegant Universe, and, in reading the chapters on Special Relativity ("Invariance"), i think i understand what's going on with my sense of time: Different rates of speed, through different dimensions. Aspects of me are perceiving time differently, because time is different, for them. I'm not moving at a constant speed.. but i am cognizant of the input, from each state... And that's... harrowing, but a damn fine thing. You see what i mean?

My head hurts. But that's ok. Later, all.