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9 Sep 2009 | 1237
Our house has now entered a new age in its evolution. It has reached a cusp where, by relieving itself of old, outdated ideas, it is now ready to march forward into the bright horizon. It is a dangerous time as well though. The ratio of junk DNA to storage space on the double helix has, while engendering change and creativity itself, also placed us at a precarious position. Any additional mutations may result in a backslide of Medieval proportions to the old, dark days of clutter and Chaos. We must be vigilant.
Old standbys of American culture have been carted off to the Thrift Store of history. New spaces and paradigms have emerged. The recliner is aware of being analyzed with the sharp eye of the vulture. The toppling of the alter to “That Damned Noisy Box” has allowed the dogma of passive entertainment to be subverted with a new religion of self discovery and autogenesis of ideas. The viewer is now the creator.
The bed is still for sleeping, but the space around it is alive with simplicity.
Instruments of cleanliness roam freely across vast plains of tile and carpet, agile and efficient in their native environment. They were weary of the cramped valleys and culverts walled with unnecessary furniture. We are clean, but we are not sterile. Old things have been made new, for nature adores a compassionate efficiency.
We can now cross the wilderness without the burden of a light switch.
A new age has dawned. Things find their niche more easily. The stacking of solidified ideas has ceased; all concepts are viewable at once. Finding something imparts a feeling of omniscience.
We dwell in the first generation of Residence Superior.
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Off track again...
23 Jun 2007 | 2003
mood: busy
music: Nerf Herder
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A large dusky demon, dry and dusty wit ha face like an obsidian green mane, flaps in, carrying an angel in his arms. He lands on a cloud in front of Heaven's Gates to the astounded eyes of two angels. They're wearing white robes and carrying pole arms with rings like a monk's staff.
He sets the unconscious female angel down in front of the gates and gives the angels a glance, not afraid, not a glare. A pair of ashen handprints smudge her robes where he touched her. The robes will never wash clean. Just a little longer than an acknowledgement and long enough to say insinuate the phrase, "Remember this". Her skin will always bear the marks and the smell of sulfer. But otherwise she is unharmed. He turns, flares his wings, and takes off into the bloom light haze of the distance.
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Ok, now that that's out of my head.
I slept in a little late today and remembered that I needed to depsosite a cheque. As I rode to the bank on my little doom scooter I passed a church. My first thought was, "Man, church on a saturday, that must suck." Then I realized that nobody said thay had to be there. I realized that it mish be great for some people to be with God that often. I also realized how much I missed having God in my life. I have gotten distracted lately. School. Work. Family. All the things that I'm thankful for. All the things I need Him for.
It always happens. I'm goign to work harder. I'm just glad I remembered. In addition to me always forgetting, I also am always provided with a sign.
I also watn to start reading the Bible again. I know a bit. I'm pretty sure I know what I need to know to get by my day with a clean conscience. I know that there's nothign wrong with my sexual habits. I know I'm a decent guy. I know I believe in God and Jesus. But i need to learn more.
Anyways. Thats what I have.
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Same old same old
10 Mar 2007 | 120
mood: discontent
It kills me to know that she thinks that she is always going to be second best. I HAVE to change that. I know I can't force it. I just have to show her through actions and intentions. I've always felt like if I loved somebody and they loved me then that meant that other people who needed my attention could receive it since i give so much attention the rest of the time. I need to learn to say, 'no' to others more often. She deserves my attention. I'm a little angry. I felt like I did a lot today and I worked pretty hard. On the other hand I'm hers and she comes first. I have bad habits and I NEED to change them.
Regardless of what I feel like I did today, i still feel like she did mroe and when it gets right down to it, I know that I fucked up again. She's going to leave me eventually if I keep this shit up.
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Frustrations
2 Mar 2007 | 216
mood: annoyed
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I can't seem to concentrate on school I'm so close to catching up and I just can't seem to finish it. I'm starting to wonder if I have a fear of completion. It would explain an aweful lot.
I was close to catching up with my Strat, by a night of Puregrain killed that hope. Now i'm starting over. Alcohol is a problem. Not in the usual sense. It's a problem of drug interaction.
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Not much else.
I miss her.
I miss my boy.