Thinking pt. 4

Levels

bleh. things are changing without change. nothings happened, but by just adding time, it seems like so many things are decaying, growing, falling apart, being repaired. and then when i step back it's all how i left it. it's the same workshop i come to and try to make the most with the tools i have. where i make great ideas, and never get to them. where i prioratize things wrongly, and have only myself to blame.

in the imagined world, things make more sense, but is extremely worrying. reality has so many more unknowns that can't be assumed.

i need to change this. it feels like time is slipping, either for better or worse, and there has been too much fretting on the past and future. so much thinking has been put into the future, that i fear i have impaired the present from running smoothly. and if i'm not in the future, then i'm in the past. categorizing, analyzing, running search engines and probabilities. and in the dementia of near insomnia, words change, different conclusions are found and hung onto, and they seem so real. to the point where actual conversations are altered to accommodate the theory, future conversations, hints, verbal ques, and actions are created with such perfection, that the line between reality and the imagined becomes faded.
what is real?

Can't find no rest on my own

...Still i'm not so sure that i know,


Man, the Trouble is,
We don't know who we are instead.

At least there were colors at the end of the road.

One of these days I'll get my own words back. I can't keep letting nature talk for me. No matter how relevant.

Pie makes everything better

yesterday night is going to have to be lasered into my brain. there was pie, awesome people to eat pie with, getting lost the same amount of times as we were given directions, super heros found their time just as fast as they met their end, and to wrap things up, marco polo was barely avoided in a wal mart. afterward, basically the art gang got together and watched lion king and aladin. its been a while since i've seen either of those, and it was time well spent. things are actually feeling like their falling into place right now. it's hard to explain. its like watching far off hunks of puzzled geometry drift down and slot into place with a satisfying, confident click. right now i think i feel like just a little dark green with some sunset pink.

Tunnels

..at least i have a candle.

The Milkshake Horizon

Friends... I have seen a pie put into a cup and mixed with delicious things... And it is amazing.

-add more pie next time.

Fall

I've forgotten how much i love this time of year. It's cold enough to make wearing toasty clothes alright, the leaves are dancing around on the wind, and colors are everywhere. Just as the leaves have returned, so have my impulses to make large mounds out of them and use those mounds as my base of operations for what ever imaginary game may come upon me so unsuspecting. Fall is where i consider the year to officially start. it's where everything else is coming to an end, or just beginning to open up, be that in foliage, or in personalities that will dictate the rest of the year. Fall is where long walks are necessary, and its this time of year where sunsets capture my difficulty to say good bye in those awkward situations, as they say good bye until warmer climates come around.

Speak, say the words that no one else will ever say

Love, love like the world we know is over in a day

-Jars of Clay

I think my itunes knows just a little too much. things have happened this year

Future Notice:

Don't open boxes unless thoroughly inspected.

Then... send a robot to open it for you.

disclaimer: robot must be a neutral, and follow orders.

Decisions

.....

Happy.

So Close..

sometimes i can't help sending people emails, or writing on facebook, and feeling a slight feeling of glee when in real life they bring up, or remark on a topic that i've sent to them via a type of text form on the computer. in a way, i'm communicating information almost directly into their brain.. that's almost telekineses...it gives me a fleeting feeling of power, and hope that maybe it's not as far-fetched as people may think.

A summer allusion

A time ago *erra erra*

A belayed visit into kohler. we found some very interesting sandwich choices on the way..



Plus, it has been raining here for almost an entire week, and after that long i really needed a ripple picture.. water is just too awesome.

A Golden Finch Came Wingin' My Way

As I did walk through cities one Saturday,
A golden finch came winging my way,
And sang to me a song of my country,
And words of life from city and sea.

Golden finch, your song is your love,
And you will sing forever above.
Golden finch alight in your loft,
Where I have learned and, oh, you have taught.

While she did wing through ariel places,
A red oak tree grew under her feet,
And when the world had started its taking,
She lit amongst its loftier leaves.

Golden finch, alight in your loft,
Where you have learned and, oh, you have taught.
The red oak tree will carry your loss,
When you alone can't carry that cross.
-Ted Leo And The Pharmacists