Life has begun to level out. Normally received as a mixed blessing, as things stand I couldn't be happier.
Oddity of note, I once wrote a sci-fi short story about secret brain surgeries to make kids happier--and this was before my brain surgery and my new found lust for living. Coincidence? Psychic premonition? Proof that I am like a god, manifesting reality according to my dreams, yet to learn how to control it (just don't dream yourself dead)? Proly the first thing, but how weird is that? Ultimately, I feel that how I choose to deal with my brain surgery is a exactly that, a choice, and as such my happiness is an obvious psychological reaction anyone having a near death experience may sympathize with.. but I mean, weird as shit is life: To be disabled and yet live an enviable life. My good friend Thomas told me I must be Catholic or Jewish all the guilt I carry around (survivors guilt?), but for realz, I don't deserve everything I have. I just wish I could get laid, truth be told. I think it's my ever-so-slightly googly eye (you can't have it all), which is completely understandable--I guess.
Normalizing does include three more friends driving up from Tejas and Colorado to see the sights and live in my fabulously adolescent shoes and "artist's loft" and if all goes according to plan they will be unable to stay away for longer than three months (hehe, it's been three months since the last time they were here) all the fun we'll be having. Not even two days gone another out-of-towner was sleeping on my floor, and he is a severe Libertarian--but I don't judge and now he is better for the experience--still has the unfortunate disability of leaning way right but not everyone can be as perfect as I
And while siblings, two of three are attractive females, so cross your fingers. JK, not my style praying for pussy. It will come, and the pussy that comes will be better for the experience
Anyway, the brother of the three is the ONLY Christian that I have met and that I like. Except perhaps the new pope, that guy is the saving grace of organized religion; forgive me saying, but the Dalai Lama should take note 
So a bit of normalizing is welcome. I mean, my new cat is kinda freaking out all the erratic hours and erratic love and erratic feeding times, but then normalizing also means I will have time to complete some inventions I'm working on. It's my art--inventing shit. You know, like the Asian kid in The Goonies
Especially it is welcome considering my only stress in life is how to wake up, claim to be artist all random, and not feel like an asshat (a word I swear I invented regardless to anything anyone says, ever). The way I rationalize myself and my dreams to the world: Ideally, we all are artists, and everything we as people do is art, and ideally no one would have to be a wage-slave and ideally freedom wouldn't be unattainable nor would it require obedience to a corrupt system, invalidating the premise in the foundation, ideally money would be archaic and living would be enough. Ideally, I'ma take down the financial system and reestablish people as important individual creatures, to be looked at and marveled over and sexxed, but never divided into menial classes to be worked and told to be proud of being a cog. Be proud of your job. I disagree. Not with pride, I am a bit Satanist with regard to my feelings on pride (is good), I disagree with the word "job". A job should be anything YOU as a human choose to fill your time with. Some say I'm a dreamer, I mean how does that work? but I am an optimist. I believe that I can topple regimes and reinvent the system of goods and services and take down those in control and put those not in control in control and do it all by sundown. JK, I may have pride, but I cannot do this alone...
I started somewhere.. oh yeah, hurry up Hendersons! Let's get this shit started!
Oddity of note, I once wrote a sci-fi short story about secret brain surgeries to make kids happier--and this was before my brain surgery and my new found lust for living. Coincidence? Psychic premonition? Proof that I am like a god, manifesting reality according to my dreams, yet to learn how to control it (just don't dream yourself dead)? Proly the first thing, but how weird is that? Ultimately, I feel that how I choose to deal with my brain surgery is a exactly that, a choice, and as such my happiness is an obvious psychological reaction anyone having a near death experience may sympathize with.. but I mean, weird as shit is life: To be disabled and yet live an enviable life. My good friend Thomas told me I must be Catholic or Jewish all the guilt I carry around (survivors guilt?), but for realz, I don't deserve everything I have. I just wish I could get laid, truth be told. I think it's my ever-so-slightly googly eye (you can't have it all), which is completely understandable--I guess.
Normalizing does include three more friends driving up from Tejas and Colorado to see the sights and live in my fabulously adolescent shoes and "artist's loft" and if all goes according to plan they will be unable to stay away for longer than three months (hehe, it's been three months since the last time they were here) all the fun we'll be having. Not even two days gone another out-of-towner was sleeping on my floor, and he is a severe Libertarian--but I don't judge and now he is better for the experience--still has the unfortunate disability of leaning way right but not everyone can be as perfect as I
And while siblings, two of three are attractive females, so cross your fingers. JK, not my style praying for pussy. It will come, and the pussy that comes will be better for the experience
Anyway, the brother of the three is the ONLY Christian that I have met and that I like. Except perhaps the new pope, that guy is the saving grace of organized religion; forgive me saying, but the Dalai Lama should take note So a bit of normalizing is welcome. I mean, my new cat is kinda freaking out all the erratic hours and erratic love and erratic feeding times, but then normalizing also means I will have time to complete some inventions I'm working on. It's my art--inventing shit. You know, like the Asian kid in The Goonies
Especially it is welcome considering my only stress in life is how to wake up, claim to be artist all random, and not feel like an asshat (a word I swear I invented regardless to anything anyone says, ever). The way I rationalize myself and my dreams to the world: Ideally, we all are artists, and everything we as people do is art, and ideally no one would have to be a wage-slave and ideally freedom wouldn't be unattainable nor would it require obedience to a corrupt system, invalidating the premise in the foundation, ideally money would be archaic and living would be enough. Ideally, I'ma take down the financial system and reestablish people as important individual creatures, to be looked at and marveled over and sexxed, but never divided into menial classes to be worked and told to be proud of being a cog. Be proud of your job. I disagree. Not with pride, I am a bit Satanist with regard to my feelings on pride (is good), I disagree with the word "job". A job should be anything YOU as a human choose to fill your time with. Some say I'm a dreamer, I mean how does that work? but I am an optimist. I believe that I can topple regimes and reinvent the system of goods and services and take down those in control and put those not in control in control and do it all by sundown. JK, I may have pride, but I cannot do this alone...I started somewhere.. oh yeah, hurry up Hendersons! Let's get this shit started!