Location: Armageddon's chamber
Mood: Marbitized!!!
I'm far too self-advancing for
"higher education". I think it's a
huge waste of time.
It may be possible that it is a
good way for OTHER people to
advance, but as for me... Well...
I'm not saying I'm beyond what
others can teach me... But I'm
certainly not going to pay for
knowledge when it is a free
commodity to the wise.
While meditating today, I decided
to block up my hearing with huge
globs of cocoa butter (that way
it's still good for the skin during
my experiment). The process has
been strong enough to mute most
sounds such as the standard
environmental ambiance, however..
When planes fly overhead, I can
hear the engines in a muffled sort
of way.
I want to improve my senses.. And
the best way to do so is to limit
the other ones.
I experienced blindness the other
day...
Results:
I find that life is very peaceful
without sound.
A form of life that I previously
may have pitied.. But now I
understand that there is a deep
inner peace when you limit your
external senses.
So far, this morning's diet has
consisted of water, coffee, bananas
and wine.
I can smell a deeper scent as I
sniff the liquid in my glass. I
find a greater appreciation for the
sense of taste today.
As well as vision.
When you can see leaves moving by
the wind.. Or a bird flying above
without being able to hear
anything... You can SEE life
differently.. Rather than just
being there amongst it.
I plan to leave my hearing behind
me for most of the day.
I've turned 24 Poland Spring water
bottles into 48 planters. I've
punctured five water escape holes
at the bottom of each half-bottle
and filled them with the nutritious
blend of soil I've been composting
over the last few months.
My growing experiment will include
some unique methods which I won't
get into just yet. However, each of
the 48 planters would now be
defined as ceteris paribus until
each unique process is initiated.
I figure I'll set two for each
experiment in case any
data-corrupting possibilities
arise.
As I'm watering my garden, I notice
a horde of flies dancing upon
Fender's fresh turd.
Interesting ritual...
As I give my dog a bath outside, I
watch as she shakes rainbows from
the fur of her back.
I observe the effects of alcoholism
among a fruit fly in my wine glass.
I wonder if it's that he chooses
not to leave (and maybe admit that he's an alcoholic) or maybe he's just
hoping that a female fly comes by.
(I wonder if that would be
considered a barfly by default?)
I pour him out into consciousness
and he seems to clean himself up...
Washing his face, fixing his
hair... Stumbling about upon my
open palm until he flies in a
staggered motion to the wood
railing and then he eventually must
have realized what time it was and
he speeds away to his wife I imagine.
OH the nagging!
"Out gallivanting with the wasps?"
I also imagine that wasps must be
the bad-asses of the local insect
community. That is.. Second to
dragonflies... But they're too cool
to hangout with a fruity fly
avoiding his wife... Unless it's a
really open-minded bug.
And yet.. I manage to digress into
delirium.
Are you keeping up?
My special plant grew at least an
inch overnight. I added a small
amount of finely separated banana
peel as well as coffee grinds just
above the soil to help nurture said
plant.
"I planted, Apollos watered, but
Jehovah made it grow."
So yeah.. I've got 2/3 of the work
down... but it's a high-maintenance
plant... as well as very symbolic
to my life.
I figure why pay for what God gives
us for free?
And if God will make it grow, than is he approving of it?
Anyway.. I've completed a new song
for you to orgasm to.
Unfortunately, I can only let you
hear it in person.
(And that's not meant to be taken
sexually.)
Anyway.. It's still friggin' early!
Only 1PM. I'm going for a run with
Fender.
In the meantime....
Eh.. Nah, forget it...
My bee-blush-buzz has me thinking ya'll are self-absorbed.. but that's wrong of me.
Maybe you're just not a good conversationalist...
Or uninterested in what I'm saying..
Or not even online and I've been careless to judge...
Truth is.. I guess it's time to just sit back and see who's interested in me for who I am.
With all the stochastic chaos that follows.
Unchanged in all my imperfection.
I figure I'll find you eventually.
Just not now.
*Intermission*
Mood: Marbitized!!!
I'm far too self-advancing for
"higher education". I think it's a
huge waste of time.
It may be possible that it is a
good way for OTHER people to
advance, but as for me... Well...
I'm not saying I'm beyond what
others can teach me... But I'm
certainly not going to pay for
knowledge when it is a free
commodity to the wise.
While meditating today, I decided
to block up my hearing with huge
globs of cocoa butter (that way
it's still good for the skin during
my experiment). The process has
been strong enough to mute most
sounds such as the standard
environmental ambiance, however..
When planes fly overhead, I can
hear the engines in a muffled sort
of way.
I want to improve my senses.. And
the best way to do so is to limit
the other ones.
I experienced blindness the other
day...
Results:
I find that life is very peaceful
without sound.
A form of life that I previously
may have pitied.. But now I
understand that there is a deep
inner peace when you limit your
external senses.
So far, this morning's diet has
consisted of water, coffee, bananas
and wine.
I can smell a deeper scent as I
sniff the liquid in my glass. I
find a greater appreciation for the
sense of taste today.
As well as vision.
When you can see leaves moving by
the wind.. Or a bird flying above
without being able to hear
anything... You can SEE life
differently.. Rather than just
being there amongst it.
I plan to leave my hearing behind
me for most of the day.
I've turned 24 Poland Spring water
bottles into 48 planters. I've
punctured five water escape holes
at the bottom of each half-bottle
and filled them with the nutritious
blend of soil I've been composting
over the last few months.
My growing experiment will include
some unique methods which I won't
get into just yet. However, each of
the 48 planters would now be
defined as ceteris paribus until
each unique process is initiated.
I figure I'll set two for each
experiment in case any
data-corrupting possibilities
arise.
As I'm watering my garden, I notice
a horde of flies dancing upon
Fender's fresh turd.
Interesting ritual...
As I give my dog a bath outside, I
watch as she shakes rainbows from
the fur of her back.
I observe the effects of alcoholism
among a fruit fly in my wine glass.
I wonder if it's that he chooses
not to leave (and maybe admit that he's an alcoholic) or maybe he's just
hoping that a female fly comes by.
(I wonder if that would be
considered a barfly by default?)
I pour him out into consciousness
and he seems to clean himself up...
Washing his face, fixing his
hair... Stumbling about upon my
open palm until he flies in a
staggered motion to the wood
railing and then he eventually must
have realized what time it was and
he speeds away to his wife I imagine.
OH the nagging!
"Out gallivanting with the wasps?"
I also imagine that wasps must be
the bad-asses of the local insect
community. That is.. Second to
dragonflies... But they're too cool
to hangout with a fruity fly
avoiding his wife... Unless it's a
really open-minded bug.
And yet.. I manage to digress into
delirium.
Are you keeping up?
My special plant grew at least an
inch overnight. I added a small
amount of finely separated banana
peel as well as coffee grinds just
above the soil to help nurture said
plant.
"I planted, Apollos watered, but
Jehovah made it grow."
So yeah.. I've got 2/3 of the work
down... but it's a high-maintenance
plant... as well as very symbolic
to my life.
I figure why pay for what God gives
us for free?
And if God will make it grow, than is he approving of it?
Anyway.. I've completed a new song
for you to orgasm to.
Unfortunately, I can only let you
hear it in person.
(And that's not meant to be taken
sexually.)
Anyway.. It's still friggin' early!
Only 1PM. I'm going for a run with
Fender.
In the meantime....
Eh.. Nah, forget it...
My bee-blush-buzz has me thinking ya'll are self-absorbed.. but that's wrong of me.
Maybe you're just not a good conversationalist...
Or uninterested in what I'm saying..
Or not even online and I've been careless to judge...
Truth is.. I guess it's time to just sit back and see who's interested in me for who I am.
With all the stochastic chaos that follows.
Unchanged in all my imperfection.
I figure I'll find you eventually.
Just not now.
*Intermission*