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wolven7i'm in a house that is the conglomeration of everywhere my dad has ever lied, and a house of mine, in Cascade. i'm online, upstairs, doing something of dubious legality, and the computer starts to die. As it dies, it flashes pictures of Deadpool, on my screen. i turn the comp off, taking note of the picture, and i walk dowstairs. Somewhere before this, my mother calls me from Hawaaii or some island, saying that she needs to get online. i say, ok.
i'm downstairs, and the mayor of Phildelphia is in the house. He's trying to convince me of some partnership, with him, and other members of my family. He wanders around, talks to my step-mother, and my sisters. They all send him away. He comes to me, takes me upstairs to the computer, tries to tell me that he can fix it. i tell him to leave. My dad shows him out, and my uncle Bobby comes in, looking a lot like my grandfather: old, tired, wearing down. We all talk, sit in a circle on the floor.
(Somewhere in here is me smoking)
i'm at Ga State, in the courtyard, only the courtyard is like the front of the airport. It has this weird stucco/concrete look to it, with lots of curves. My friend Adelle is sitting on top of one of the curves, above some seats, and she's drunk and falls in. In doing this, she flips over, cracks her head on a bench,. i calmly turn around and ask someone to call 911. 6 or 7 people withcell phones spring into action, and i go off to do something else. Starts to get fuzzy as i walk off. i see someone, towards whom i'm walking. Before i get there, i wake up
i've already interpreted that one. Anyone else what to give this a shot, go for it. Before i go: Being yourself isn't anout continually telling youself to Be Yourself. That's like caring what other people think, only now, your very Self is the thing in question. Being yourself is about a Dynamic set of Patterns, Within You, that can change, if you so desire, or need, and Acting From Them. Thank you all. Good Days. Good Nytes. Dream Well
i'm downstairs, and the mayor of Phildelphia is in the house. He's trying to convince me of some partnership, with him, and other members of my family. He wanders around, talks to my step-mother, and my sisters. They all send him away. He comes to me, takes me upstairs to the computer, tries to tell me that he can fix it. i tell him to leave. My dad shows him out, and my uncle Bobby comes in, looking a lot like my grandfather: old, tired, wearing down. We all talk, sit in a circle on the floor.
(Somewhere in here is me smoking)
i'm at Ga State, in the courtyard, only the courtyard is like the front of the airport. It has this weird stucco/concrete look to it, with lots of curves. My friend Adelle is sitting on top of one of the curves, above some seats, and she's drunk and falls in. In doing this, she flips over, cracks her head on a bench,. i calmly turn around and ask someone to call 911. 6 or 7 people withcell phones spring into action, and i go off to do something else. Starts to get fuzzy as i walk off. i see someone, towards whom i'm walking. Before i get there, i wake up
i've already interpreted that one. Anyone else what to give this a shot, go for it. Before i go: Being yourself isn't anout continually telling youself to Be Yourself. That's like caring what other people think, only now, your very Self is the thing in question. Being yourself is about a Dynamic set of Patterns, Within You, that can change, if you so desire, or need, and Acting From Them. Thank you all. Good Days. Good Nytes. Dream Well
