No, no I don't have Candy Shop, or magic stick.

What, is 50 Cent fucking mother goose or some shit? Candy shop, magic stick? Whoa there buddy

"Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature. And that is because, in the last analysis, we ourselves are a part of the mystery that we are trying to solve."

-Max Planck
(German theoretical physicist who originated quantum theory, 1858-1947)

"Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony."

"Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew."

-Guillaume Apollinaire

"Bene agendo nunquam defessus."

I just had this dream where someone right next to me won the lotto or a slot machine. It was so close. My dreams were of fire last night. So close.

On permanent hold, to the left is "Sideways", I watched half.

In the dryer is wrinkled clothes.

Inbox overflowing with paper.

Mind busting at the seams with thoughtforms and ideas.

It's windy and hot-breeezy night. Things in the night make noises. Bedroom doors do not open by themselves, do they?

It's international waters out there and it's getting choppy at the data haven.

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain

I'm frozen in carbonite.. no wait that metaphor is stupid, nostalgia is dead with the exception of hypermodernism. Um.

The futality of my days are starting to get to me. I see people everyday who act out these repetetive rituals THE SAME DAMN THING EVERYDAY. They literally walk in the same path and wait for the train in the same spot.

and

and it's me too, and not always but sometimes.

Work..blah blah, it's all about the money of course. All ways lead to the money. God, the money. Oh the irony. LOL and OMFG . Run fast enough and far enough and you will be back where you started.

"DON"T JUST DO SOMETHING, SIT THERE!"

Reality is groundhog day.

and reality is the matrix
and reality is the fucking garden of eden paridise
garage and never never land
and it's none of these things untill infinty crawls back to wherever it came from

this psychic told me the other side is like...

it's all so stupid

and energy is all there is like Donna Eden says

and einstein says

and Jane says

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane

I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape

escape......escape......escape......

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane......it's not sane

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Kate and Faith

In Brooklyn, 2003?

You Think It's A Game?

Dude, I'm totally going to sleep.

Why is Tony Pierce writing like he's in hell.?

Sandy Wand and Donna Eden are right, working with the chakras is extremely effective.

The super cheap apartment deal in Chelsea fell through. Oh well.



I've got to initiate escape velocity to some outer limits.

FUCKFUCKFUCK!

strumming my fingers making the beat of boredomsobusy i can't stop.

Woo Woo Bullshit..Oh Wait, Or Not...

Do you think, Dan, that if someone finally realized that their thoughts became the things and events of their life; began believing that they were truly unlimited; and started to grasp that divine intervention could be freely summoned by anyone to help make their dreams come true, they'd continue doing the same old things, living the same old life, and waiting for the same old miracles?

Or would they begin thinking things they've never thought before, doing things they've never done before, and living like they've never lived?

Precisely.

Happy weekend,
The Universe

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Is that a real smile, the one you can't help? Does this, these words coming out of my mouth and lungs and brain, do they confuse you? I can't understand half the time. Non verbal communication. It can't be faked. Like the weather.