reconoclast

i played today. played hard. I worked, but probably not with as much gusto as i played. I lost at chess. I won at guitar, though i was half the audience (giving room for the unknown of course.)

I saw a guy who was playing guitar and drums at the same time. And he was really good. And singing. Really fuckin good. I have a picture, but its a polaroid. I'm going to keep one, to remind me of something. I wonder what it is. I know his name was JCP. Hihat, snare, kick, and a tom, along with good guitar and vocals. I hadn't seen that before, it was akin to inspiring. www.myspace.com/jacopcarpenterproject

if my memory serves me correcticaly.

then the Moon Knights played, they were also of interesting caliber. they're on myspace, if you so desire. (www.myspace.com/themoonknights)

I listened to Ratatat, both albums, and all the bit shifter i have so far.

I have some pretty gnarly gas. It makes even my nose wrinkle.

My day is not ended yet. I'm still pretty sick, but its getting better. If i cough too much, some blood comes out. Not much, but enough to notice.

All i've been thinking about all day was that dream. Replaying it, over and over in my head. Lately, my dreams have been taking place in Alternate Wherever, an amalgam of places that are like where i've been in structure, but not in content. I've been there often, sometimes in different places. But this dream was in a new place, and there was someone there to show it to me. A place she had built.

In retrospect, of course some parts of it don't make much sense (the library in partiuclar, what happens when it rains? But the amphitheater was amazing.

...

But then i'm back here, in real life land. No mysterious forests, open air libraries, amphitheaters, or monsters, or the two s. lebouf's behind me at the grocery. I put S. because i don't recall how to spell his name, nor do i feel like googling it at the moment.

I'm back here, where it hurts to breathe and I can't fly into the sky and hold onto the invisible parts to escape with my quarry from the monsters. (It was alarming....they appeared out of no where, and demanded happiness, and moved to attack. After i had cut down a few, she started numbing them with it, and it worked, until they mobbed her, hurt her, and i had to slay the closest ones and i took her and i flew away, they were so many and i couldn't help her and strike them down.)

My dreams, and my imagination, give rise to many short stories i would like to write. I think i should get around to it.....it just seems like my free time doesn't exist in....long enough blocks. Here at work its interruption after interred eruption. Some part of me is making excuses, and i don't know why.

There are many things i would like to be working on, to make what i would call better use of my time, and yet i still don't do them. I still play, and pause, and play, and pause. I'm not running out of time, i do not think any world-endings will be happening (whats that, the maya's had something to say about the 12th of this millenium, as the translation goes.)

my vest isn't here yet, though i would like it to be. I would also like to be in good health, and working on my robot arm. Yet....i just daydream about dreamland. Its hard to stop, and im afraid that if i do, i'll lose them. or part of them. And... in one with the space station the other nite, i was just sitting on it, not tethered down, and i was afraid to float away. When underwater, i can still breathe, but i don't like sinking into the depths. Its harder to get back up. odd.)

I guess i'll go read some more deadpool. LOL, loki, you bastard. Making ANYONE look like tom cruise is just mean.