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wolven7Evanescence - [Bring Me to Life]--- So, there have been occurences, recently, that i've failed to to mention. Yesterday, walking to the marta station, downtown, with Neue Sarah (oder, "Sarah-Mit-'H'"), i was talking to here, for some reason, about spiritually, metaphysically things. (Chevelle - [Send the Pain Below]). At this point in the evening, it's about 15 minutes earlier than we would Normally be near that side of campus, and everything is closed, and silent. All of the sore fronts, usually just in the process of closing, still with music blaring, are Closed, most definatively. And it's quiet, over all. The people aren't talking, much, and the homeless people aren't asking for change. The cops are shuffling, and quietly conspiring. Making notes and nods, but not anyhting Large. Sarah and i get paranoid about this, at the same time. And as i'm still talking to her, about these metaphysical things, i hear the only loud voice, in the entire place, and it's a guy, screaming, over and again, "I learned from the Masters! I Learned from the Masters!"
We decided that, if there was anything equally strange, in the Marta station, we would be making alternate arrangements for getting us to our respective homes. (Portishead& Moloko - [Fun For Me]). So that was strange. And Interesting. I asked for interesting times, and sometimes you really do get what you ask for. Went to waffle house, tonight, with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raoin and Patrick. Took my tarot cards, with me. Here's the phenomenon, in brief:
I go somewhere, with some of my friends, capable of being synergetic, with each other, creating some kind of horrid, wonderful perpetual motion. This, of itself, is wonderful. Enter the annoyance factor. This can be people, or,.... No, it's usually people. People being loud, obnoxious, stupid, whatever, in a way that doesn't include the rest of the people, around. (Irish Drinking Songs - [Mountain Dew]). Something that makes others unhappy. We get upset, discuss societal issues, how things are V. how things used to be, etc. Now, if i've brought my cards, i'll generally pull them out, at this point, and give the universe a reading. From there we have: 1) People staring, 2) Interested waitstaff, 3) more loudness and annoyance, in either the good r bad camps. Take your pick. It usually ends, with me explaining/giving tarot readings to at least one member of the Waffle House/Coffee Shop/Whatever staff or patronage.
Snake River Conspiracy - [Act Your Age]--- Yes, i pulled out the cards, and yes, i offered information and provided a small enough amount of Weird Shit to be palletable, and not offensive, but it seems to happen to me, more than other people i know. Which... makes sense... I'm the one who said he wanted people to understand, and learn, and that i wanted to show people things. Disreagard earlier amazement, and confounded state. Replace said with Amused Acceptance. The WaHo waitress was really surprised by her single-care reading, though, even though it only told her her question, and in no way answered it. I had hash browns and bacon, while i was there, and now i'm home. Hence the subject line of this post.
It's obviously a misnommer, the title. (David Bowie& Trent Reznor - [The Heart's Filthy Lesson (Remix)]). I went out, tonight, and i enjoyed the company of others, which is Why everything tastes like bacon. The title was, really, me wallowing, a bit, before i realised the obvious untruth of it. I left it to draw attention to my faults, for my future reference. Self-Realisation, and all that. The problem is that, unless i get to see everyone i'd like to see, in an evening, and go everywhere i'd like to go, doing all i'd like to do (within and without reason), i don't feel satisfied with an evening. I always feel as if there's something else. Something more.
The idea has struck me, a couple of times, recently, of striking up random conversations with total strangers. The homeless, those sitting, at school, staring into space, office clerks with nothing to do. Anyone at all... Because i want to know about them, if only for that moment. And if they want to know about me, then, for that brief moment, i'm willing to tell them. If, afterward, they never want to speak to me again, or i them, one would hope that that would be understood, and accepted. We'd move on, and leave each other be. (Crüxshadows - [Prometheus]). We'd know a little more about a random stranger, and thus the nature of humans, as a whole. A Species. Or something. I still think it would be really cool. Maybe i'll start, next week.
Eminem - [Sing For The Moment]--- Have a Horror Scope:
You are a sensitive person, WOLVEN, and you don't like to upset other people. But sometimes you hold too much inside of you, and the emotions tend to bubble up from within. Today you are going to feel some pressure to let loose with your feelings, possibly confronting a person who has been unfair to you. Your fear of what might happen could be strong, but if you trust the process, positive energy will be released by your discussion.
And here, have a dream.
I'm on the Northwest side of a building that's a combination of my the middle school i went to, when i got back in georgia, and this building hat used to be the Atalanta School System's board of corrections building/a school. It's also merged with the courtyard of Georgia state, and a street i know from somewhere else. It shifts through these things, and combines them. There are a bunch of people, outside, waiting for a concert, or a rave, or something, and i'm there, anticipating something. I'm kind of just hanging around, waiting for something, talking to the people i know. My heart jumps. I turn to my right, and, around the north east corner, comes Her. I restrain the urge to pounce all over her, to start wildly kissing and molesting her, right there, and i go and i hold her, and i hug her and kiss her. Holding her, we stand in line, together, to go to the concert.]
We're standing there, talking about things, and about how she has to get something, and i should go with her, and i make some comment. None of this in in a human language. I turn her to me, as she turns to me, and i turn to her, and she turns me to her, and i kiss her, and i bite her on the right side of her neck, just under her jaw. We walk down the hill, to the street, and toward the south west face of the building.
We come back, and we sit down in the courtyard, talking. There is a little girl, there, and her father is with her, supposed to be paying attention to her, but he isn't. We sit (almost wrote that as "sting" somehow), and we kind of cursorily watch her, as we talk to each other, telepathically, while doing other things, her reading a paper/book, me drawing on the concrete benches, with chunks of bark. And the little girl slips over an edge, behind the concret lip on which we sit, and the large tree planters. The edge is a hole, down to the parking deck, below the classrooms that make up the courtyard, and there is a duct, for the air conditioning, there. The litte girl has landed on this. And we go to pick her up, to try to make sure she doesn't fall, and She helps the little girl out, the most, because she has the best grip on her. We haul her out, and scold her, and tell her to be more careful, because she was about to fall off of the duct.
In an aparment, or a house, somewhere, like one of the apartments from Rules of Attraction, and we're in bed, watching tv and Luke comes in needing help with something. He needs to get somewhere, and his car's fucked up. He sits down, and starts watching tv, talking about how there's no one else around to help. So we're driving him out through mountains, in what i Think is Colorado-- i don't know i've never been-- and it feels like my boyscout camps, so may be Virginia. The impressions of various things, thinking of how happy i am with her, thinking of the night in front of the school/concert/thing. And she said to me, in front of the school before the concret, something about being in love, and in front of all of these people. I responded by saying that it was wonderful, and then the Bites. The concert scene also felt like Nashville, a bit. Then, in the car, with her, and Luke, driving, thinking about her, i wake up
Claude Debussy - [Reverie]--- And now, i'm about to go out, again, making the title doubly false. I'll be back, later.
We decided that, if there was anything equally strange, in the Marta station, we would be making alternate arrangements for getting us to our respective homes. (Portishead& Moloko - [Fun For Me]). So that was strange. And Interesting. I asked for interesting times, and sometimes you really do get what you ask for. Went to waffle house, tonight, with
raoin and Patrick. Took my tarot cards, with me. Here's the phenomenon, in brief:I go somewhere, with some of my friends, capable of being synergetic, with each other, creating some kind of horrid, wonderful perpetual motion. This, of itself, is wonderful. Enter the annoyance factor. This can be people, or,.... No, it's usually people. People being loud, obnoxious, stupid, whatever, in a way that doesn't include the rest of the people, around. (Irish Drinking Songs - [Mountain Dew]). Something that makes others unhappy. We get upset, discuss societal issues, how things are V. how things used to be, etc. Now, if i've brought my cards, i'll generally pull them out, at this point, and give the universe a reading. From there we have: 1) People staring, 2) Interested waitstaff, 3) more loudness and annoyance, in either the good r bad camps. Take your pick. It usually ends, with me explaining/giving tarot readings to at least one member of the Waffle House/Coffee Shop/Whatever staff or patronage.
Snake River Conspiracy - [Act Your Age]--- Yes, i pulled out the cards, and yes, i offered information and provided a small enough amount of Weird Shit to be palletable, and not offensive, but it seems to happen to me, more than other people i know. Which... makes sense... I'm the one who said he wanted people to understand, and learn, and that i wanted to show people things. Disreagard earlier amazement, and confounded state. Replace said with Amused Acceptance. The WaHo waitress was really surprised by her single-care reading, though, even though it only told her her question, and in no way answered it. I had hash browns and bacon, while i was there, and now i'm home. Hence the subject line of this post.
It's obviously a misnommer, the title. (David Bowie& Trent Reznor - [The Heart's Filthy Lesson (Remix)]). I went out, tonight, and i enjoyed the company of others, which is Why everything tastes like bacon. The title was, really, me wallowing, a bit, before i realised the obvious untruth of it. I left it to draw attention to my faults, for my future reference. Self-Realisation, and all that. The problem is that, unless i get to see everyone i'd like to see, in an evening, and go everywhere i'd like to go, doing all i'd like to do (within and without reason), i don't feel satisfied with an evening. I always feel as if there's something else. Something more.
The idea has struck me, a couple of times, recently, of striking up random conversations with total strangers. The homeless, those sitting, at school, staring into space, office clerks with nothing to do. Anyone at all... Because i want to know about them, if only for that moment. And if they want to know about me, then, for that brief moment, i'm willing to tell them. If, afterward, they never want to speak to me again, or i them, one would hope that that would be understood, and accepted. We'd move on, and leave each other be. (Crüxshadows - [Prometheus]). We'd know a little more about a random stranger, and thus the nature of humans, as a whole. A Species. Or something. I still think it would be really cool. Maybe i'll start, next week.
Eminem - [Sing For The Moment]--- Have a Horror Scope:
You are a sensitive person, WOLVEN, and you don't like to upset other people. But sometimes you hold too much inside of you, and the emotions tend to bubble up from within. Today you are going to feel some pressure to let loose with your feelings, possibly confronting a person who has been unfair to you. Your fear of what might happen could be strong, but if you trust the process, positive energy will be released by your discussion.
And here, have a dream.
I'm on the Northwest side of a building that's a combination of my the middle school i went to, when i got back in georgia, and this building hat used to be the Atalanta School System's board of corrections building/a school. It's also merged with the courtyard of Georgia state, and a street i know from somewhere else. It shifts through these things, and combines them. There are a bunch of people, outside, waiting for a concert, or a rave, or something, and i'm there, anticipating something. I'm kind of just hanging around, waiting for something, talking to the people i know. My heart jumps. I turn to my right, and, around the north east corner, comes Her. I restrain the urge to pounce all over her, to start wildly kissing and molesting her, right there, and i go and i hold her, and i hug her and kiss her. Holding her, we stand in line, together, to go to the concert.]
We're standing there, talking about things, and about how she has to get something, and i should go with her, and i make some comment. None of this in in a human language. I turn her to me, as she turns to me, and i turn to her, and she turns me to her, and i kiss her, and i bite her on the right side of her neck, just under her jaw. We walk down the hill, to the street, and toward the south west face of the building.
We come back, and we sit down in the courtyard, talking. There is a little girl, there, and her father is with her, supposed to be paying attention to her, but he isn't. We sit (almost wrote that as "sting" somehow), and we kind of cursorily watch her, as we talk to each other, telepathically, while doing other things, her reading a paper/book, me drawing on the concrete benches, with chunks of bark. And the little girl slips over an edge, behind the concret lip on which we sit, and the large tree planters. The edge is a hole, down to the parking deck, below the classrooms that make up the courtyard, and there is a duct, for the air conditioning, there. The litte girl has landed on this. And we go to pick her up, to try to make sure she doesn't fall, and She helps the little girl out, the most, because she has the best grip on her. We haul her out, and scold her, and tell her to be more careful, because she was about to fall off of the duct.
In an aparment, or a house, somewhere, like one of the apartments from Rules of Attraction, and we're in bed, watching tv and Luke comes in needing help with something. He needs to get somewhere, and his car's fucked up. He sits down, and starts watching tv, talking about how there's no one else around to help. So we're driving him out through mountains, in what i Think is Colorado-- i don't know i've never been-- and it feels like my boyscout camps, so may be Virginia. The impressions of various things, thinking of how happy i am with her, thinking of the night in front of the school/concert/thing. And she said to me, in front of the school before the concret, something about being in love, and in front of all of these people. I responded by saying that it was wonderful, and then the Bites. The concert scene also felt like Nashville, a bit. Then, in the car, with her, and Luke, driving, thinking about her, i wake up
Claude Debussy - [Reverie]--- And now, i'm about to go out, again, making the title doubly false. I'll be back, later.
