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25 Marz 2011, um 11:57
Sometimes I see as if things were behind a wet glass. No,really, no interpretation on this one, I see things between blurry and melty, and I get dizzy. As though light deforms and shifts shape slowly and completely unaggressively.
It is a prophetic day today, For fucks sake, does anyone know what I mean by this? It means I won't fucking know until some time goes by, and some interpretation is made, and discovered. Can you imagine how fucking boring would everything be otherwise? Literal? Mundane? What the fuck.
Winter is my gnosis. I must not retain that idea from being expressed, even though I know I will change it according to my mood. Because that is who I am, how, everchanging, the same. Forever and a day. And smells represent parts of my brain that are related to my subconscious, feelings deep inside of being a normal guy. However everything comes in a strange, unusual shape, however not insane,not pointless, like some sort of 'dyslexia' (sp?) of the expression, or maybe the fun I have with confusing schemes.
I mean, with the fuck did I keep binding myself to the Scandinavian region? Why have I never explored my desire in the old continent? And why some people get pissed off at the thought that I just love my home country and here I'd like to stay. Try and convince me of the contrary.
Excuse the crude of my words; they are not processed, and I am typing from my phone.
Today I dreamt of fish and bread again. Not fish, fishES. My dreams couldn't be more obvious, could they?
The amazing thing is that all this is coming out of me everyday, and continuously. Sometimes daily, sometimes weekly, or monthly. There's not a precise map of where it's gonna take me until a couple of years later.
That's so fucking weird, that man looks pregnant. I prefer trains to buses. Unless they are swedish buses. Icelandic buses are not that cool, neither are argentinian. But trains, trains are fantastic no matter where :)
There's a sense in establishing a greater spiritual connection to the rest of the world; because this is the world I live in, why wouldn't I want to connect to it? That's why I try to walk barefoot. The Earth and the soil can feel me. I'm not fucking crazy, I won't say the land, the planet talks to me when I'm barefoot, but it feels me. What the fuck, we're all made of stardust. It's all the same shit, really.
It's like those moon things, where two people faraway from each other send a message, a letter or an email and look at the moon at the same time, you know?
I need to connect to the land that all of you walk on.
Regret nothing.
It is a prophetic day today, For fucks sake, does anyone know what I mean by this? It means I won't fucking know until some time goes by, and some interpretation is made, and discovered. Can you imagine how fucking boring would everything be otherwise? Literal? Mundane? What the fuck.
Winter is my gnosis. I must not retain that idea from being expressed, even though I know I will change it according to my mood. Because that is who I am, how, everchanging, the same. Forever and a day. And smells represent parts of my brain that are related to my subconscious, feelings deep inside of being a normal guy. However everything comes in a strange, unusual shape, however not insane,not pointless, like some sort of 'dyslexia' (sp?) of the expression, or maybe the fun I have with confusing schemes.
I mean, with the fuck did I keep binding myself to the Scandinavian region? Why have I never explored my desire in the old continent? And why some people get pissed off at the thought that I just love my home country and here I'd like to stay. Try and convince me of the contrary.
Excuse the crude of my words; they are not processed, and I am typing from my phone.
Today I dreamt of fish and bread again. Not fish, fishES. My dreams couldn't be more obvious, could they?
The amazing thing is that all this is coming out of me everyday, and continuously. Sometimes daily, sometimes weekly, or monthly. There's not a precise map of where it's gonna take me until a couple of years later.
That's so fucking weird, that man looks pregnant. I prefer trains to buses. Unless they are swedish buses. Icelandic buses are not that cool, neither are argentinian. But trains, trains are fantastic no matter where :)
There's a sense in establishing a greater spiritual connection to the rest of the world; because this is the world I live in, why wouldn't I want to connect to it? That's why I try to walk barefoot. The Earth and the soil can feel me. I'm not fucking crazy, I won't say the land, the planet talks to me when I'm barefoot, but it feels me. What the fuck, we're all made of stardust. It's all the same shit, really.
It's like those moon things, where two people faraway from each other send a message, a letter or an email and look at the moon at the same time, you know?
I need to connect to the land that all of you walk on.
Regret nothing.
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