wolven7 | "Nothin' said, what a waste..."

Pearl Jam - [Dissident]--- Right, so today was an interesting day, at work, all told. Made lots of money. Not near goal, though. At least not by the time i left. Blah blah blah, work garbage... Many dreams and half dreams, today, in bed and on busses, of quanta, and potential, and Percival (Heh.) The perceptions of trains, and making things be and not be in certain states, fast enough, that they were such, at the same time. Spinning/switching back and forth, and in constant dynamic opposition and balance, so fast that it looked like it was standing still, after a while. That was important. There are other tiny flashes i've been remembering, but that all ties into the larger overall thread.

God Lives Underwater - [Intro]--- Thinking about those things, falling asleep to those things, and reading Asimov, on the bus, i woke up, a block from my street, to sudden summer storms, from absolutely no where, that had an interesting coincidence with my moods. (Bobgoblin - [Standing Up (To The Voice Of America)]). People passed too close, driving, and in excess of 35mph (wet street, no sidewalks, hydroplanning). I got angry, and there was a seemingly timed crash of thunder and flash of lightning. This, right after a dream of which all i can remember is my opening my arms wide, to symbolically and literally encompass and accept something. At the same time, the gesture symbolised sweeping something aside, to make room for the new...

My head meats worry me, sometimes, until i remember whose they are.

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Tchüß