I sit before the plastic blank screen once again, a pinch in my mouth and a cold Dr. Pepper for refreshment. Came here to think about matter and magik and shit. I don't think I am accomplishing much, but then again, when are we really accomplishing, killing and dying every day for the air that we breathe. I could be accomplishing much more than I ever imagined, could be dreaming up something really splendid but I'd never know it. Tattooing my thoughts onto the skin of existence, waiting for that angel to appear, show me that Golden Bible one more time. I'll start singing carols to a new time and place for all of God's children, be whisked away from the frame of mind where parallels are seen in everything, where my mind is free to wander and move, and distractions no longer burden me. Dallas, Texas always waits for me, with pop plastic taverns and nightlife satires. The Topaz Lounge, for whatever reason, is still open for business, selling products that I never dreamed be sold on shelves around the globe - but for writing's sake. And our desires, wanton as they may be, will find their way back to us. Meditation making things appear quicker than we ever thought. The problem with a man like myself, driven to distraction, is that yesterday is always there and tomorrow may not process in time. I've got a lot of hard drive space but precious little random access memory. Connections get quicker though and God smiles towards the Fool, who is now traveling at the speed of light; and the Muse, draping him in holy blessing, uses his power for good, for instruction. How long is the dawn going to take you may ask? Well, what does the Fool really desire? Approval? Attention? Come on, you know that its true. Breath soothes you at every turn where alcohol used to calm and then bind you. Our passions can lead us into dark and lonely places. I suppose these places have to be traveled unless we resign ourselves to live without it, this passion. It is a terrible thought to an uninitiated mind but clear to those who can see. There spaces left vacant, and we, like vagrants, inhabit them for a time here on Earth. And information is traveling so fast these days that the mind of every viewer takes the Light and rushes it through to the depths. Our light can be transformative if we can process it quickly enough. It can heal others and make our dreams so. Not to mention, if we can sit still long enough, our days will fill with more and more of it. This is thinking stuff of creation.
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