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We never chat anymore, do we?

Let me tell ya 'bout my hair...

When I was a wee lad, I totally rocked the 70s. Which is to say, I looked kinda like the psycho killer from "No Country For Old Men", as a matter of fact, a lot of kids my age did. Oh yeah, I wore bell-bottoms, too. They were hand-me-downs from my cousin...
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Big Fan of the Holidays, are ya?

I was too, briefly. When I was a little kid. Then it became a real downer. All the usual reasons would seem to apply; but in retrospect I was probably just F'ed up in the head. I can't count how many Thanksgivings I spent out of my mind. I mean, I could, but I don't want to.

Now,...
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"ApostropheNow versus The For-Real Birds"


My alarm clock is haunted, which isn't a big deal, really, because I sort of stole it. I've been asked why I don't just junk it and buy something that works. The answer is, I'm loyal. And kind of cheap. Anyway I like being jolted from a sound sleep in the middle of the night by random voices; it helps...
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ApostropheNow.....!!
You do not know this man. You may have looked at him, but you did not see him. He is the wind that blows newspapers down a gutter on a windy night -- and sweeps the gutter clean.....




"The world is a deadbeat dad."

Unexpectedly, my return home has been seamless and hassle-free. I've resumed going to the gym, I wondered if I would...
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ApostropheNow fights a never-ending battle against common sense..... in South Florida !!



I'm counting the days 'til my return to Arizona. In case you weren't already aware, Arizona is one of the most fucked up places in America - though you might get a differing, perhaps contradictory impression from certain SG members (you know who you are, dickheads). Arizona is at the confluence of the...
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ApostropheNow, the man with the x-ray eyes who sees beyond ! ...somewhere in South Florida.



I have to get the rules out the way..... I'm going to repeat myself, and you will be indifferent.

How many times have you awoke suddenly from a deep sleep to the horrible notion that you're dying? You're dying, and there's no time to do any of the things that...
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waldo_jeffers:
Meanwhile, your journal entry sounds like some pretty heavy stuff. Best of luck with that. I occasionally experience sleep paralysis and that can be a rather scary and unpleasant experience but I have never woken up thinking that I am dying. One time after performing some basic exercises in controlled breathing, being still and clearing my mind, I had an experience which is perhaps analogous to what you have described. After I had finished the exercises and I started to move about and I suddenly realised that all of my family were going to die. I don't mean that I thought they were about to die right that minute. I was acutely aware of their mortaliy and the fact that one day at an unknown point in the future they would die. I had always known on an intellectual level that my family were destined one day to die but I had never believed it on an emotional level. This realisation just jumped into my head like a flash of insight. I suppose we all assume that things will always stay the same but the fact is that people age and die and the wheel of time keeps moving. However, the realisation that everyone would die made me feel that way that I would feel if they actually had died. I found my self weeping uncontrollably. I was particularly upset about the thought that my mum would die. The weird thing is that the realisation didn't come during meditation but afterwards.
jonnytrrrash7:
i can't even remember how many times i somehow drifted off to sleep, positive that i wouldn't be waking up in the morning alive, yet somehow survived. how will i know when my time is up?
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ApostropheNow is lost in time and space somewhere in Florida .....


It's 3 AM. I am a passenger.

Speeding down the highway. The truck weaves, and the "pokita kapokita" sound of the wheels hitting the reflectors in the lane dividers echoes in the drunken dream I'm having. I'm dreaming I'm falling down a long flight of stairs. And I have to piss. And I am...
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DAY...
I don't know, 51 or 52..... of my continued exile somewhere in South Florida. Shit.


The Politics of Boredom. The Politics of Melancholy. The Politics of Fill-in-the-Blank. Does any of that sound like a load of BS? Sure it does. Politics don't belong in boredom; though politics, as a general principle, inevitably become boring. And Politics have nothing to do with sadness and depression....
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Day 49(?) - South Florida.

Maybe I'm not as well-traveled as y'all, I've never seen so many flattened animals in one place. I noticed something odd-looking on the floor mat between my feet during the morning commute to work. Thinking it was a dessicated insect, I didn't bother with it. Later on, after a breakfast stop, I swept it out with last week's opinion...
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Day 36 or 37 ..... somewhere in South Florida.

Well, no more complaining.

I wanted adventure, I got the next best thing. A clusterfuck. Life is happening... it sucks, but it could be worse. My job, such as it is, allows me an inordinate amount of time to goof off... on the job. I'm building a massive collection of porn via bit-torrent. My new best...
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