Friday, February 15, 2008

Benefits Of Repetition(?)

Reach. Reach. Reach. Reach reach reach reach.
REACH. Reach, fall.

Examine the merits and possibilities, weigh them against the possibility of failure. Tell a different story Believe It Man, believe it yourself. Feel better (fear no more the heat of the sun).

Remember familiarity, you've been here. Predict future based on the past--are you reaching?

Or getting ready to fall? Reach? Repeat? Act? Again again and again.8 (WHO, if I cried out, would hear me among the heavenly realms?)






Think. Don't act. Thinking not acting.









Figure
A) Nothing new under the sun? (Y/N)
B) Not true the moon.
END

I'll write the requiem when I get there.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Wow, That Wasn't Sexy

Chinese Class.

Some of the things I did that first year in Chinese class are too embarrassing to think about. Like my speech about finding out your girlfriend is a man. Or the time I performed as both the little boy, lost, and the old man, trying to take advantage.

Comedy, it was all comedy, and then afterwards when your turn was over you went back to your seat and looked pleased with yourself (but not too pleased), and found you had conquered yourself with comedy.

That's one way to say it. Another way to say it: today I am a result of everything I've ever done before today, and everything that's been done to me. Yet another way is, if yesterday was so embarrassing, what does that make today?


How far do you get comparing yourself to birds, while the moon lingers overhead.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

My Dreams are Ridiculous

In my dream, the woman asked what I could do for her. "I'm great at shaving, you can tell just by how clean my face is." The man laughed and told me I was a terrible shaver, just look at how scruffy my face is. Indeed my face was not clean, the man continued, I was no great shakes at shaving compared to him. When I looked at the man he had a heavy bald line running along the back of his head, looking as if someone had shaved it clean.