Was listening to a really old CD on the way back, a song called "Age of Consent" by New Order. Wow. The remix was just great. Wish I could put the video with the music and you'll know what I mean.
Was turning out from the side roads when I saw this really bad accident at the cross junction. And there I was, behind the wheel and pondering again how short life really is. We've heard it all before, but hey, can't stop a good old truth. Then, I remembered Godpa's teachings at last year's Cleansing at the temple - we live for 500 years, yet, of all the things we do and say, we determine our lifetime. Point being, it's just in our hands.
So much for thinking I'm normal.
I picked up a line of thoughts lately. And been feeling queasy about it.
(I was having all these great stuff in my head to put on the blog, until I was interrupted by 3 phone calls I couldn't put down immediately. Now, just lost it. Darn)
Gonna go grab a bite and a drink and a smoke.
(Leaves room)
(Comes back uninspired)
There you go.
Okay okay. Maybe I should just fill you in on my fear:
What if they show up? I can't figure out what the best response would be. And I certainly wouldn't want to say something mean at the spur of the moment.
Just don't show up. Please.
And suddenly, the light in the room dims. I couldn't make out the table and chair, nor the door handle at best. I wanted to move over to the light - familiarity is not scary - but I pondered: why bother when there's really no need to?
The world will light up as soon as you begin to understand it.
Goodnight cyberspace. I have exactly 2 days to: go FHA with my sis, go buy more chairs, stock up on drinks, stock up on munchies, get the broadband working, prepare lengthy scripts, iron my clothes, and go tan.
Tell me. Who had gone missing? Goodnight cyberspace. Goodnight.
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