Remember when our worlds collided?
Many people believe that on this date in 1982, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn, all on the same side of the Sun, flew out of orbit and Venus collided with and destroyed Earth and what we are living through now is a collective dream of denial until our souls find a new life supporting planet populated with bodies for us to occupy. How do you feel now? Deep down inside, does it explains a lot?
Having a hard time waking up today! Need something to get me going. What do you do when you're sleepy and need to wake up?
The storm arrived. Heavens are unloading their tears. The splattering rain on the window sounds like a teletype sending an urgent warning from the past. The choice I make in the next moment could affect my future. I try to do nothing, but as the future tries to assemble itself that void, that absence of me, like a vacuum pulls me in and I must act.
I went for a walk in the rain. There were no lights around but for the distant streetlights, so I stood still, closed my eyes to listen and to focus on the feeling of each raindrop that landed on my skin. The quick cold chill of a drop that had fallen so far. Then a flash of lightning and an instant explosion of thunder and I thought to myself, "Okay. Enough. I'm getting out of the rain!"
Listening to Phoenix, The Pixies and The Smiths on my Pandora channel, tripping on Hydrocodone with a Benadryl chaser, while a huge furry cat rubs its pollen covered body all over the back of my big fat bald head.
Just watched, "Deux de la Vague" a documentary on the relationship of French New Wave filmmakers François Truffaut and Jean-Luc Godard. It's just amazing the output of Godard. It's like he needed to make a film to breath, to survive, to live... I think I used to feel that way, but what happened to that desire? These two really were like rockstars!
I'm so bored! I'm watching French films and I'm not even reading the subtitles, I have no energy. If my life continues to be this uninteresting I'm bound to create something wonderful in retaliation. I think I'm going to go for a walk down by the creek and watch the water splash over the rocks. Wanna go with me? We don't even have to talk. I won't even look at you if you don't want.