Working Half-Awake

The last 24-36 hours have been a little interesting. Reminding me again that everything is different, but nothing has changed. Getting back into the flow of working despite being tripped a little was a little difficult but there are still railings that I can sieze should gravity or parasitic growth. I've managed to keep my eyes around me on the vast tapestries around me in order to remind me and remember how to move and flow.

Somehow Past Sam always knows what to say. If only someday Future Sam could drop a line.

Snow in Spring

Walks late at night in a semi warm Portland, good food, co-incidence,

This is another book that I need to reread at a later date and immerse myself in. Despite being in the West, it clearly and vividly reminded me of the Midwest and my home. What I am and what Wisconsin is, and how that carries back to me. My childhood and my identity were momentarily refreshed. Long snowed in days where in a particular drift you make a store for people to admire your different and unique icicles. where you stay out on a dark hill by the barn that is only illuminated by a far off blue of the mysterious Night Light that just comes on whenever it is dark. How that lonely light skips and reflects off of frail clumps falling from the sky. Arms outstretched, clothed in thick bundles standing triumphantly on your creation only to run back up the hill breatheless and tube down again on a track that is finally smooth enough for speed.

I remember.

I remember everything.

Color of a Rhythm

Expansion on an explosive slow

Always a lack of action.

System pt. 1

There is an underlying rhythm to these movements. It is a dull vibration throughout the environment, and I can at least feel it getting closer. There have been times that I've played in tune with it be it using a guitar or piano. I know it can be integrated into work and speech and life. I feel as if I've seen it done as well, and have had to appreciate the acoustics from a far. However, with concentration and dedication I feel as if I can not only grasp this, but internalize. There is hope, but being a vibration, I am still unsure which direction it is originating, or what is the source. It feels like momentum, and a familiar orange wrapped in green feeling. It is organization, it is music, it is rustling leaves, it is a curious duck.
There is a web that I can manipulate, and the only obstacle is my own will. There is too much to learn in not enough time, and too much time that is being wasted.

No life without growth,
No growth without change,
No change without death

Assassins

From Whitman

It has begun. Not too much has changed just yet. Equilibrium is slowly swirling down to settling. I feel as if there is plenty of time to get everything I want to have done, but I am not utilizing my time well, as always. Friends are becoming more abundant which is of especial joy. I need to remember to keep drawing and reading when I don't have things to do. Pictures too. I have been lax.

From Whitman

Despite I died within 24 hours of assassins (very sketchy kill) things are inversely growing and connectivity is becoming alive. Tendrils are forming and this pleases me much.

I live here now.

From Whitman

And this is indeed my home.

I have done a good job today. /content/

From Whitman

Am at peace

What I missed out on this year.

Halo, Soccer, Foods, dog-1, Sciencing, phat cat, Outside Sky-1, Monsters, Sky-2, Sky-3, Dog-2, Having good fun

Breathe

Familiar

I thought I had gotten rid of you. Nothing was supposed to survive those cleansing fires. Yet here we are again. You grew back so readily, if be a little slower, and better disguised. This time I may not be able to fight you off.




I am doomed to this road.

Waking up at 11:30

wow.. it has been a long time. soccer camps have come and gone, a week of nothing has been put back into it's cubby for later, flowers are back, too hot days are getting more perfect, the skies have been in battle, and awesomeness has returned, and planned.
the below is video that has come to mean quite alot to me and if nothing else, act as a great reminder.

(story to be added)

Can I Help You?

What are you looking for duck?

(not a random post, but further proof.)

that was weird...

my life is messed up. for instance, it's insane ability to have coincidences. not two seconds ago i was talking on msn, asked a question and then immediately my itunes shuffles to...

this was translated as either "because of asking that question,,..you're going to die"


it's 12:00 am of the new year of 2007 and itunes shuffles to ..

later i had the strange ability to peoples entrances. "sam where's carolyn?" "i don't know.. about right... there": she appears.
there was something else i was going to write to go with these, but i've forgot them. shuffle is a scary thing.
Edit: also not to mention the insane ability me and Tracy have at posting about similar topics, and signing up for the same websites half a continent away. just yesterday we both posted about dragons. and before that we were both compelled to go outside and take pretty pictures, and so on.

a winters night