Dry Hair, Sweaty Palms, Darjeeling
Dream journal. Candle gaze. Tibetan rejuvenation exercises. Oh! Today is voting day. Notate. Paper, deodorant and vote. What can I do not to worry? I want to get filled with thoughts of fun. Geez, can I turn on the Internet? (Wouldn’t it be nice to book a trip?) (Sure.) (And.) Neutral. It just is. Maybe better posture? More breathing. I like the fact that there is more breathing to do. I can enjoy that simple fact. I mean, you can make it all so very complicated, trying to figure out everything. Either you believe in yourself right now or you don’t. You know? You sit and be calm. Because thoughts float. Everybody’s thoughts. It’s really nice to be able to let very natural thoughts float close. It’s really nice to give out some good thoughts. It’s really nice to wake up and walk there. Meditate.
Tall Potted Night-table Ferns
Cool forest-y breezes on my bed. Luxurious stretch. Soft flutter of my eyes. Touching thoughts from faraway. Close by my ear. Would I like somebody there with me? Wht’s the vision? I mean those Technicolor dreams are so private. Maybe if we could creatively collaborate? You want to feel like you can really stretch out on your bed, you know? And so I want to start making space for it. I mean, could you imagine a partner that you practice dreaming with? Wouldn’t that be fun? It reminds me of being on the playground, being the leader of the firefighters, rushing bravely to put out all the fires I made up. “Quick, guys, go! There’s a woman and her children at the corner trying to get out of the kitchen. Daddy made some eggs before he left for work and left the stove on! Run!”
San Francisco is a Toy City
Toys are fun because they are just the right size. Here, there's one of every kind of organization you could want. Which is enough. (But it always makes me wonder: what about New York? New Choices? Cities of abundant choices?) Everything is walkable. Which is very very cool. I mean I'm from Chicago. Take your bus several miles west and lock yourself in your home in winter.
Est-ce que tu voudrais apporter le livre “Allons-y!” à la place “Huntington Park” ***
Go
Outside
Now
There’s a few hundred trillion negative ions waiting for you.
Here Where We Were
I must admit I liked “An utterly perfunctory slice of gay life.” And I want to be a doorman in New York. Truly it sounds very do-able and almost kind of glamorous. And so it has inspired. Mark this as the first day of my Blogging. The circle of connection continues.
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