Discoveries
Aug. 21st, 2006 10:46 pmDriving back this evening - and many thx
ebony_sphinx for turning me onto Tipping the Velvet (delightful BBC production, I'm eager for more!) - a song came on that made me wanna skip going home but immediately start driving to Carmel (and thence to Mendo o'morrow). Luckily this urge hit just AFTER passing the 101 cutoff/on-ramp and by the time I wandered around that nasty-constructiony bit where you can no longer do what you used to be able to do fwy-wise I came to my senses. Hit the Repeat button and listened to it the rest of the way home...and will continue o'morrow.
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Fantasy vs. reality. Thought vs. action. Theory vs. practice. Now I know something 'bout myself I hadn't truly known before. What does it mean? Don't rightly know. Or wrongly.
Right now I'm somewhat re-energized. Not such a good thing given that I need to get up early and should sleep ahead of time. But I quite like this feeling - love it, actually..."let me touch your heart...with your foot" - so wanna ride it for a while. And then I shall crash. Without burning.
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I'm really not that stupid, ya' know?! Turnabout...
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I've got a baggie of unidentified bug-bits from the mystery what lives up in the eaves of the cabin. My theory, which is mine, is that there's a breed of mutant mice living up yonder who regularly conduct ritualistic bug-desication (sp).
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As Is.
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Fantasy vs. reality. Thought vs. action. Theory vs. practice. Now I know something 'bout myself I hadn't truly known before. What does it mean? Don't rightly know. Or wrongly.
Right now I'm somewhat re-energized. Not such a good thing given that I need to get up early and should sleep ahead of time. But I quite like this feeling - love it, actually..."let me touch your heart...with your foot" - so wanna ride it for a while. And then I shall crash. Without burning.
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I'm really not that stupid, ya' know?! Turnabout...
*******
I've got a baggie of unidentified bug-bits from the mystery what lives up in the eaves of the cabin. My theory, which is mine, is that there's a breed of mutant mice living up yonder who regularly conduct ritualistic bug-desication (sp).
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As Is.