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

[wolven7]

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.}

Comments

[smokierings.livejournal.com]

Damn, you make me miss things. *sighs*
I'm wondering what knowing (of) you should be triggering, would be triggering.. the things that I'm not doing because I'm down here in my own little world.
My motivation's crap, and I feel adrift, like I missed something important.
Reading your posts often makes me feel uncentered. There's a barrier that I can't understand, now, and I worry that it's permanent. And I don't know when I got it.
Sorry, rambling.
I agree about the annoyance of squeezing things through the wires and screen.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

It's... refreshing, in it's way, to see someone else recoginise the delcate balance between knowing and knowing Of someone... But, other than that... Maybe it's just supposed to make you wonder, in general.

We all feel adrift, at wondering points, when things don't seem to be going anywhere.

The barrier is... difficult, but not insurmountable. Some choice put it there, trace it back...

Yes, much.

[smokierings.livejournal.com]

It's hard for me to trace anything. There's a lot of clouds in my memories these days. I suppose it keeps me 'now'.

And Yes, I know that's an excuse to avoid looking harder.

Old quote from a source I was fond of: "There's something in my mind, someone I used to be that wants me to remember it."

I feel like I'm in a crystalis. I hope it's that, and not a dead mist.

Ruby - [Paraffin]

[wolven.livejournal.com]

It's not easy, but the one can be changed into the other... You can take the mist, and weave it into something productive... Requires focus and drive, like changing sticky sugars into cotton candy..