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11 2007-11-22 10:08:00 Today I was calm in the heart today. I felt calm. I felt like I was calm. I was calm today. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight. I will take some dreaming pills tonight.
10 2007-11-21 10:36:00 The policeman put on his cap at 1:45 p.m. and ran off to a distress call down the street. The dispatcher had to remind the policeman to bring his weapon, because it was a dangerous (as well as distressful) situation, the dispatcher said.She slapped his cheek hard, when he told her that he had lost faith in their life together. And she watched his face blankly as the redness in his cheek slowly went away."Inequality in our society is the whodangey of all the goodness and capabilities of organized heroes where ardent strides are kept alight toward the goal of futile gesticulations," a respected professor (who wished to be a policeman when he was a child) was saying as me and my friends were sitting together in the grass near the fence outside University Hall on that October afternoon when that kid shot at several people randomly on campus. And then he killed himself, the policemen said.
9 2007-11-20 05:05:00 TRIP The / Your Count / Esses / Houses. Television Visions --> Monday, November 19, 2007 was the day the skull - (was) down in the Lap(b)els: skull post/erior /moments/ meditated by mr //hot// tamale at 11 minutes : 55 Places to Meet the Comment(arie)s - Like the post/erior _
8 2007-11-19 10:15:00 There was another one in Freeport, Texas. She unlocked the car door quickly, and tried to get away. I told her she had thirteen seconds to make a run for it. She said that she could run to hell and back in thirteen seconds. And when she left, she left her purse in the car. That's how I got those little "trophies," as you call them.
7 2007-11-18 09:34:00 Timing is always right. No matter which way you see it, or look at it. She was with me again last night.
14 2007-11-27 06:45:00 Dismembering Rachel in the garage one minute, thirteen seconds
13 2007-11-26 10:33:00 My novel was born out of the idea not to intellectualize. I couldn't say anything (more), there were no words to say -- so my novel was born out of an action really, an action of feeling -- a welled-up feeling that couldn't be expressed in words at first, but only in a rush of feeling emanating from my body, and then using language only as a secondary means of knowing a little bit (or even an inkling) of what my welled-up feeling was all about.
12 2007-11-25 09:14:00 I saved a kitten today from a small but deep and narrow fountain. The kitten was submerged underwater when I noticed her. She was swimming upwards to the surface, when I put my hands into the fountain water and grabbed hold of her and took her out of the water.
16 2007-11-29 02:02:00 Now I've got to go and look for a good place to hide Rachel's two severed legs.
15 2007-11-28 10:11:00 Do you see the hands? Do you see the fingers on the hands? Do you see the letters there? Those are the vowels. A, E, I, O, U, and sometimes Y. A, E, I, O, U.
21 2007-12-10 12:00:00 I'm a firm believer in what these days is becoming the norm in thinking about inanimate objects: that they actually may have "life" in them. There's an essence in objects. They resonate and give off a (low) vibration of some kind. The molecules in objects are moving about in such a way that science is beginning to say that objects are alive, albeit at a very slow rate of life. Slower than a tree.When you break or lose an object you just may be hurting that object's (slow-rated) feelings (in the long run). Perhaps this is where good luck and bad luck come in. Objects remember, they can "see," and they can "make things happen."
20 2007-12-09 05:15:00 I will not seriously ask myself or you any questions. But how do I dig deeper into something that is with/in me at the moment? No one answer that, so as not to make it a question.Calculators are for adding (?) numbers, matches are for lighting fires, little black books are for having phone numbers inside. Red light, blue light, green light. Things, objects are in their places inside my room here the way they were put there. I put them there without even knowing it, or without doing it on purpose at the time.Now I look at these/those things and they sit/set there quiet, unassuming, unmoved, silent and content, almost peaceful and serene. They did not get there on their own. I don't remember the precise moment when I put them there. They are all there as objects and evidence of my existence. They are forms of beauty... If I want to be downtrodden and negative... I can't.What I'm saying is I love my life, no matter how horrid or horrible or useless it might seem on the outside (to/for
19 2007-12-06 10:40:00 For the first time in my life, I'm seeing dollar signs in front of my eyes. And those dollar signs (and the actual dollars) are entering my life. Call them dollars, or pesos, or euros, or whatever.Money is coming into my life for the first time because I'm allowing it to. I want it to. I'm inviting it into my life. I'm not asking for it. I'm not hoping or wishing for it -- I'm inviting it, (in other words) I'm accepting it. And it's coming in.I'm no longer being artistic about it. I'm no longer putting a gripe on money. I'm looking at it as a friend now, almost as a long lost brother -- like it's a part of my own family that I had cast out in the past.It's not like all of a sudden I've now realized how important money is, or how much I need it in order to survive in this life. It's more like it (the concept of money, and the concept of making lots of it) has come up to me and has asked me to be it's friend. It's as if all of a sudden I have a secret magnetic relationsh
18 2007-12-05 15:14:00 There isn't enough time in the world to know exactly what's going on (in the world). So if you don't know something that you do want to know about, don't even think about it because it's probably too late -- it's probably already passed by and is already on its way to infiltrating into the world. And there is no way to know about it now, until it has an impact on your life (without you even knowing about it).
17 2007-12-04 10:51:00 Yes, I hid them in a good place.
25 2007-12-17 10:08:00 THE ENDOVER AND OUTSEE YOUTAKE CAREADIOSBON VOYAGEGOODBYESO LONG
24 2007-12-13 10:37:00 Tonight is the night, there will be a break through. I will tell you what I mean next post, after the fact.I will thoroughly (I have dreamed) enjoy this break through.
23 2007-12-12 10:12:00 I thought my mind was over there, but it was over here.When I went over to it, it just sat there. And then my mind was blank, and (then) I could see.I made this music while I was fraught and the inklings were coming out of my brain(s).
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