When I played golf or badminton, our table tennis, all of games I don’t enjoy, I really have this strong mental focus, visualising the perfect strike or whatever, you know?
Really seeing before me, But it doesn’t help.
Like when I was at a farm, as a child, looking at the goat grandmother sold to them, holding the fence, which I found out was electric, getting a shock.
Probing carefully, I discovered to my great disappointment, that I hadn’t gotten any superpowers. Nothing like that.
And finally, when stepping on the hornets’ nest, as a child, instead of being controlled by my mind, they stung me.
I haven’t managed to break this wall between imagination and reality
Yet.
I inflated this tiny bubble of happiness, but for some reason, it burst.
I’d lighted a fire in the fireplace, and quietly I was having a beer in the kitchen, by the bar disk. Feeling at peace.
But then something happened? What went wrong ?
Is this just the ebb and flow of things? Did they moon cause this?
Are my humours out of balance?
I know, I think I know what it was
i thought of mother.
I usually start like this, with describing the weather,
Which when I woke up, I saw, I saw the brown leaves scattered on the ground, like so many frosted cornflakes
And with the rising sun, vapours rise too in a wet fog
And there are birds, the rowan trees’ are full of birds , the berries are red, the leaves red like rust
And I’ve been tired, lethargic almost
But my father came, and we had beers outside by the fire, and look, I like the fire, to gaze into the fire
I don’t want to think inside of my own head today, so I won’t
I found a plastic food container in the freezer. I’d been thinking to eat it today, the day when I’m alone. But, when I could finally pry open the lid to see what was inside, it was just something brown, like a puddle of frozen mud.
Isn’t that fascinating?
The little town next to where I live, it’s teeming with racists. Finally there was a sinkhole there, which I have good reason to believe, in reality is a not fully opened hole leading straight down to hell.
I think the whole town might sink into this hole one fine day, and I haven’t made up my mind yet, whether it is a good thing, or a bad.
I choose indifference this time.
Speaking of which,
Have you thought about the fact that neutrality almost always benefits the strong party in a conflict, the oppressor.
The moon has been shining bright, full and with a silvery glow without warmth these past three days!
And tonight it was only 98% full but bright as ever nonetheless!
And it made me think of this Song of Songs: Ohia/Magnolia electric co. “Almost was good enough”
It’s one of my favourites, even the lyrics really does strike a chord
First:
Did you really believe, come on, did you really believe
That everyone makes it out?
Almost no one makes it out
Almost no one makes it out
And then, finally
For once, almost was good enough
Almost was good enough
Almost was good enough
It’s good,
I’m listening to Iggy Azaleah, sitting in the bar of my own kitchen. A fire is burning in the fireplace.
I’m back again to my old self!
It took only two or three years?
She’s pretty bad, but I know now that a Loubouiton is a shoe.
It’s never a bad thing to gain knowledge. The point is, you never know which curveballs life throws your way; the more you know, the higher the probability of sucess
Just gather it all in the head
And lo and behold, it’s just like a junk room up there
With Loubouiton’s, C#, weather stations and Pokémon.