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wolven7A magical convention, in the many hotels of downtown Atlanta, with my friends and loved ones. Everyone honing their natural talents. Trapped in an elevator that wanted, as soon as i got in it, to go to hell.. WAndering around in the lobby of this hotel, and realising that the entire hotel was my hotel room. I was rightfully allowed anywhere i pleased. Discussions with people felt like summers where you have nothing to do. Everything was taken care of, and all was right with the world.
Walking down city streets, in days that still felt like lazy summers, hazy afternoons, in DC, and the streets of NE by Union Station, and the residential areas of NW. Low tree cover, so mostly NE. I was walking down the streets, to gain knowledge of where the car sales places were, because my car had been damaged, or stolen, or something, and I needed a new one. Walking down, in only my socks, and catching the bus, home. Talking to the bus driver about the general state of things, at the same time as the bus driver didn't really see me, or experience my existence.
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ladymerrydeath.
Wandering around stalls, meeting an old Native American couple who allowed me to pick powders of my own design, ashes, cakes, sea sponges, and whatever else i felt was right, and grind it into a powder, in a very old mortar and pestle, like the ones we used in the Children's Museum, for making Mexican hot chocolate.mech_angel had been wandering around, drinking, and was drinking amny cups of coffee to sober up, some. I was drunk, but not, but needed to be, for this work. She was focusing, and everywhere i placed so of the powder, a few more holes opened up, in reality. There was a younger couple, nearby, and i think it was demonnic and teididh. Something about the Runes mech_angel gave me, geing in a bag of ashes, that ended up with the old couple. I claimed them, and they told me i needed to make something with the ashes. That's when it started.
Walking around parks that may or may not exist.
Dancing. In the streets, in "hip" districts, in parks, in the hotel.
Two women i know who remind me of each other, in many ways, were on synchronized menstrual cycles, and i was the only one who knew. I felt responsibkle, for having tied them together, in that way.
That's about when i woke up.
My alarm just wen off, which is good, as it means that all that i've done, to wake up, in the past 20 minutes is done, and won't need to be done in the next 20 minutes. I'm earlier getting on with my day.
In theory.
Ta.
Walking down city streets, in days that still felt like lazy summers, hazy afternoons, in DC, and the streets of NE by Union Station, and the residential areas of NW. Low tree cover, so mostly NE. I was walking down the streets, to gain knowledge of where the car sales places were, because my car had been damaged, or stolen, or something, and I needed a new one. Walking down, in only my socks, and catching the bus, home. Talking to the bus driver about the general state of things, at the same time as the bus driver didn't really see me, or experience my existence.
Something, in there, about the works of
ladymerrydeath.Wandering around stalls, meeting an old Native American couple who allowed me to pick powders of my own design, ashes, cakes, sea sponges, and whatever else i felt was right, and grind it into a powder, in a very old mortar and pestle, like the ones we used in the Children's Museum, for making Mexican hot chocolate.
mech_angel had been wandering around, drinking, and was drinking amny cups of coffee to sober up, some. I was drunk, but not, but needed to be, for this work. She was focusing, and everywhere i placed so of the powder, a few more holes opened up, in reality. There was a younger couple, nearby, and i think it was demonnic and teididh. Something about the Runes mech_angel gave me, geing in a bag of ashes, that ended up with the old couple. I claimed them, and they told me i needed to make something with the ashes. That's when it started.Walking around parks that may or may not exist.
Dancing. In the streets, in "hip" districts, in parks, in the hotel.
Two women i know who remind me of each other, in many ways, were on synchronized menstrual cycles, and i was the only one who knew. I felt responsibkle, for having tied them together, in that way.
That's about when i woke up.
My alarm just wen off, which is good, as it means that all that i've done, to wake up, in the past 20 minutes is done, and won't need to be done in the next 20 minutes. I'm earlier getting on with my day.
In theory.
Ta.
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Date: 2005-06-24 03:20 am (UTC)Doing Stuff slightly drunk helps, sometimes.
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And yeah, it does. :)