Open Your Third Eye

Stream of consciousness 006.

Be thoughtful, I've decided. Think about what you say before you say it, then perhaps you'd spend less time thinking about it after. There's no such thing as ghosts, unless you believe in them?

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Stream of consciousness . 005 .

Electric guitars. Two days in a row. Gun fight. Run away in a zigzag. If spinach and cherry tomatoes accelerate the mind, is it no wonder the rabbit always gets away? (note: Snatch). When you wake up, you won't find me. So go slow. But you aren't poetic today. No lyrics. Perpetually sleep deprived. Coma contagion. Stripes in fold. Crying, clarifying, the mountain pass undone. Tiptoe through the station. An international association. Pitchy. Black. Hoarfrost. Country oak. Like the scent of gasoline, and grass. Anyone else get those sharp pains on their skin? Like an ant is crawling about inside your clothes? Sometimes I do wish I smoked. And sometimes I wish alcohol didn't make me sick. Bullshitting used to be my forte. Need to learn to elongate thoughts, overindulge in details, channel the muse of epic poetry to stretch my concise puddles into full streams? But how does one turn nothing into something, satisfaction into greed? Not greed, then? Laziness? Sloth? Work, there it is again. Thirty more minutes. Trinity. Keys. Rip. So sameness. Blues and jazz conflict. Bees. Hades. Noel. That teal overlay you put on everything. Dummies. Rock hard. Diorite. Dendrite. Go get 'em. Foolhardy and hapless chap, goosed, owned, fretted, fraught. November. Crane. Opalescent nave, fortuneteller's refrain. Photography and not a name. Did. Did. Did. Did. Fresher. Spinster. Chutney. Fringed. Adroit. Miami cop session. Motor bike vs. motorcycle. Judgmental disciple. Sorta cordial. Over the hills, through the woods, swallow the green pill, and the red, fall through the mirror, break on through to the other side, down the rabbit's hole, off to grandmother's house we go. Pay me your mind. The acid lake ate through her shins. Twenty-three minutes, twenty-two. Crocodiles coming, teeth on the outside. Jewel and Vardamon, Dewey Dell and Darl and Cash. Not here with me anymore.

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Stream of consciousness . 004 .

Deadheading, further notes on darlings. Reciprocation. None too often. Cut in the skin. Criminal. Ink blue, all I ever knew. Dark. Blackness. Eyesight. Living like the next will never come. Waterfall. Cave. Tunnels winding. Just tell me where to begin. Renew, enhancing, nonjudgmental, mechanic roughly-housing. Next? Softer. A finer approach. Ovals, ulterior, engaging, fellowship. Dents. Drowning. Suffocates. Watershed. Splendor rain, rapture feigns, rodent fame, dents, nicks, travails, missing aims. Wet shoulders from tears. They still don't take responsibility. I'm not here to make you happy. Am I? Deforestation. Mozart. Colors colors. Words that don't come without pulling, yanking, wrestling, forcing... Struggling. Swordfish, gladiator of the sea. What time did you get in today? What time will you leave? Order forms and illustrated tree branches, but they're just lines. In the end. Don't talk about it this time. Don't read about it then. I'm in this thing alone. Opened eyes, wider freedoms, opened eyes, full scope, can do anything now. Breaking up with my own expectations of others, of this one here. Family trees. Tennis balls. Bridges, so scenic sometimes. Everlasting. Harrowing. Indication. Rubicund. Full circle. Monstrous. Omnipresent. Tenacious. Tom Petty. Masks. Waves. Garlands. Stumps. Malcontent. Troubadour. Fishing for, furnished in, famished like, scores of four, future, fulcrum, fancy, footfalls, foothills, France, photos, final, featuring, festive, flames, finished, finished, finished. Floor.

10:26 PM
Dashing. Crafter. Mud pit. Hark. Leather. Sink your teeth. Mint-colored. First finger. Juniper. Unisex. Grocer. Spinning metal. Metal spinning on metal. Fine dining. A tree has fallen. Generations go. More frankensteins come. Spindle cobweb. Lost lachrymose weaver. Killjoy. Nonexistent. Shouldn't you be reading? Keep it going. Get ideas into motion. Shy of lackluster, words so mundane they sink into the page. You watch them go, helpless to save them. Death by quicksand. They say if you want to write, read. Well what if everything you read sinks into the page, the screen, the words fall victim to abrupt nonexistence just as soon as you've finished speaking them in your mind? What do you do then, when there's seemingly no literature out there that interests you? Never mind. Broach. Slippery stars. Teapots made of cat fur. Drifting scratches, pawing jaunts, fingerless gloves on the mantel, a tattoo above the knuckle of his thumb. French doors. Super moon. Precious cargo. Wait for me. Pleasurable company. Safety. Saltines. Porch swing. Cheap sunglasses. Weatherman. Remember what I said to you. Trunk busting with memories, fossilized victories. Smudge on the lens. Weddings. Stay strong. When you were knee high to a grasshopper. Seasons. Previously stated. Wednesday warlords. No one to see the movie with me. Dusty, yellowed with age.

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003.

Worked out, de-stressed, at the gym-o, but it wasn't really much of a physical exertion. Walked on the treadmill for a good 35, and at a "decent" pace, but I suppose I could have run a bit and not been too bad off. So, tomorrow, will incorporate some "run some walk some" to the process, see how that goes. Also note, it is ridiculously interesting to people-watch while at the gym. Saw a Fabio-haired(and bodied) "urban+skateboarder" dude, an uber friendly woman who didn't merely -sit- at a machine, but sort'of -perched- with ass hovering above the seat in order to get an extra extra effect, and weight-lifting buddy monkeys who could have been at bench press for hours and still not have gotten a decent burn.

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Io's descendant would be Hercules.

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Phobia
Oneway ticket
Charity
Furniture
Barracks
Simplicity
Feminine
Starving weasels
Incite
Ruthless
Dastardly
Ease
Early America
Jailers
Rainproof
Worshipping
Challenge
Nutrition
Dimensions
Coruscate
Invent
Perplexed
High-pitched
Anatomies
Hooves

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I forgot my headphones today. :( and Tammie, for heaven's sake, just because you add 3 extra question marks at the end of every demanding inquiry does not signify urgency, but erratic panic. Stop trying to spike my anxiety, damn it.

-Note: snarkily adding three sets of punctuation to the email response did not phase Erratic Panic. Asking how she was doing, however, brought on smilies and exclamation points.

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Stream of consciousness . 003.

Techno. My un-dear, Confronted Charlotte avoiding eye contact for last five hours. That's right, don't you dare waste my time again. Excited as a terrier. Copy. Paste. Buttercup mindset, it's not a funk. Want the awesomest thesaurus ever, want it small enough to fit in my beach bag. 5 AM departure time tomorrow morning. Death. Who thinks I should skip the gym? Let's see a show of hands. M, how many tissues will I go through at the end of HP movie event in one month's time? Sobbed into my sweater sleeve at Return of the King. Dreading the onslaught of Katy Perry this weekend. Dreading the 'loner of the group' inevitability, but fuck 'em, I want sand and ocean and I'll claw through modern socialite ego-takers, half-wit guffawers and empty sweet smiles to get there. Dude, I'll get on the Banana Boat for time away from messes of skin care products and incompetent coworkers. Anyone else love tassels? Buttercup mindset, the one with bitch eyes and black hair, green frock and toothy antagonism., fistbumping Bubbles, Blossom, and vicious justice. It happens. Understand. Door chime. Back to work.

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