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wolven7You might feel an odd sense of detachment, WOLVEN. You tend to be a private person, and you don't always feel comfortable being excessively social. Right now your friends and coworkers could be feeling especially social. But maybe you aren't caught up in such a jovial mood. If you are feeling more thoughtful or reflective, this is OK. Honor yourself, and be true to your own needs for quiet privacy.
Carmina Burana - [O Fortuna/Plango Fortune Vulnera]--- REmember those layers, levels, weaves and lines of intersection of which i spoke? Well they're making themselves even more prevalent, to the point where people are have nearly the exact same experiences, at the same times, and people's feelings and moods are echoing across hundres of miles. (Poe - [Five And A Half Minute Hallway]). Experiences of people telling you that you're Destined to be, and that the universe needs you, for something, and, yeah, everyone wtih a fucked up birth-account is told that.. either that or that their the spawn of Satan. Or Both. Look, the key is that, in many of us, there's other, re-inforcing evidences. Various paths and preferences of our minds and lives.
I followed the livnes i laid out, for myself, and i wound up here. (Jack Off Jill - [Vivica]). There was my Name, and the movies, and the Stairs, sure, but i found out about those things After the nightmares, and the proclivities, and all of that shit. The Science and Occultism. The Other simply shored it all up. Then, finding out things about my grandmother. Pentacostla faith, visions, dreams. My other grandmother's beliefs about me. All of that...
Nearly everyone i know, if they were to examine their lives, has the capacity to feel as if they've been groomed. As if they've been driven toward a station, and encouraged, or Discouraged in the Right Ways, as to make the Preference Realistically Embodied. Coincidences, synchronisations, and Apopheniac delusions, abound. (Sneaker Pimps - [Spin Spin Sugar]). There are lines and tales that define us, and we weave them, and we mold them from the things we love. Science, Occultism, Dreams, Lives, whatever...
Our families, our friends, our lovers, teachers, enemies, and vagrants on the street, with that knowing gleam, and the Head Nod. Re-inforcements.
Fated, Destined, Driven, Meant to Be. Every time we look back, we see what looks like a straight line, because, for the most part, we've Forgotten all of the ways it could have been different. The Larger moments stick out, as CrossRoads. But every day is a choice. Every day is a new way it could go right or Wrong, or whatever. New ways to be, and new steps to take on your path. (Oingo Boingo - [Goodbye, Goodbye]). We don't necessarily think about them, after they're passed.. do we need to? Maybe. It might help put everythinginto a kind of perspective... And, sometimes, that's exactly what we need. Perspective.
This Rant brought to you by: An Over-Abundance of Connective Input(tm): "Time to Take a Break, Sort, and Breathe."
Night. Dream Well
Carmina Burana - [O Fortuna/Plango Fortune Vulnera]--- REmember those layers, levels, weaves and lines of intersection of which i spoke? Well they're making themselves even more prevalent, to the point where people are have nearly the exact same experiences, at the same times, and people's feelings and moods are echoing across hundres of miles. (Poe - [Five And A Half Minute Hallway]). Experiences of people telling you that you're Destined to be, and that the universe needs you, for something, and, yeah, everyone wtih a fucked up birth-account is told that.. either that or that their the spawn of Satan. Or Both. Look, the key is that, in many of us, there's other, re-inforcing evidences. Various paths and preferences of our minds and lives.
I followed the livnes i laid out, for myself, and i wound up here. (Jack Off Jill - [Vivica]). There was my Name, and the movies, and the Stairs, sure, but i found out about those things After the nightmares, and the proclivities, and all of that shit. The Science and Occultism. The Other simply shored it all up. Then, finding out things about my grandmother. Pentacostla faith, visions, dreams. My other grandmother's beliefs about me. All of that...
Nearly everyone i know, if they were to examine their lives, has the capacity to feel as if they've been groomed. As if they've been driven toward a station, and encouraged, or Discouraged in the Right Ways, as to make the Preference Realistically Embodied. Coincidences, synchronisations, and Apopheniac delusions, abound. (Sneaker Pimps - [Spin Spin Sugar]). There are lines and tales that define us, and we weave them, and we mold them from the things we love. Science, Occultism, Dreams, Lives, whatever...
Our families, our friends, our lovers, teachers, enemies, and vagrants on the street, with that knowing gleam, and the Head Nod. Re-inforcements.
Fated, Destined, Driven, Meant to Be. Every time we look back, we see what looks like a straight line, because, for the most part, we've Forgotten all of the ways it could have been different. The Larger moments stick out, as CrossRoads. But every day is a choice. Every day is a new way it could go right or Wrong, or whatever. New ways to be, and new steps to take on your path. (Oingo Boingo - [Goodbye, Goodbye]). We don't necessarily think about them, after they're passed.. do we need to? Maybe. It might help put everythinginto a kind of perspective... And, sometimes, that's exactly what we need. Perspective.
This Rant brought to you by: An Over-Abundance of Connective Input(tm): "Time to Take a Break, Sort, and Breathe."
Night. Dream Well
