Your idealism is inflated to cosmic proportions. For Librans who want to be all things to all people, there's finally enough to go around. Put forth your agenda while everyone's still listening.
I had a dream last night that my sister was bitten by a snake. I was in my childhood home in Illinois, and in my room with my sister Mary. She and I were hanging up posters on the walls. I moved the bed away from the wall so I could get closer to the wall (you would think that I would just step on the bed, but I didn't) and I noticed the snake. I continued to put the poster up and then sat down in the chair in my room. I went down on the floor and watched as my sister was standing, facing the bed, with her legs right up to the bed and how the snake went up to her, raised up it's head, came back for the snap, and bit her with amazing speed. I tried to warn her that it looked like the snake was going to bite her, but the words couldn't come out of my mouth. We went downstairs, and it was only a garter snake so it wasn't poisonous, so she recovered well from the bite, but I only remember talk about 'can someone get the snake out of Billy's room, please?" I don't know what happened to it, but when I woke up, I immediatly thought of Sensemaya:
inspired by the Afro-Cuban revolutionary and poet Nicolas Gullien, Semsemaya tells the tale of the sacrificial killing of a snake. The savage, violent, yet controlled and mesmeric orchestral version speaks not only of ritual blood-loss, but also reveals something of Reveueltas' own hard-living, self-destructive character
Oh yeah, and speaking of dreaming/sleep deprivation etc etc, last night at about 4:00am, I was awakened by what I thought was a noisy neighbor or something. I woke up, and was irritated, I turned over and tried to fall back asleep. The sound got louder (think, fire alarm in a building or something like that....it reminded me of college and stupid people would pull the fire alarm) and I could no longer ignore it. I was a smite concerned about it, so I got up, opened the door to my room, and expected to see clouds of smoke. None. At first I thought someone was trying to drill the lock out of the door, because it was sort of a grinding sound too. I walked into the kitchen, and nothing. I turned on the light in the living room, and it seemed to be coming from the other side of the living room, I walked to the other side, and what was it? The fucking stupid little fountain that my roomates have sitting on top of the mantle. Anyway. I finally got my binder and my portable mp3 player from the wife. I have been without those since the roadtrip. Speaking of that, I need to harass my wife about writing that up. I've had a number of people inquire about the "Roadtrip Diaries", and since the wife has the sheets that we wrote it up on, I can do nothing. Maybe when she reads this particular paragraph, she'll get on it and start writing it up? Probably not.
Saw on MSN today that the United States government is going to sue Florida for all of the voting irregularities from the 2000 Presidential election. Hrm, that's funny. I've only been ranting about how that dumbfuck shouldn't be the President for oh, the PAST YEAR! If you are unfamilliar with this situation, Florida's governor, dumbfuck's brother instructed the secretary of state toeliminate the black vote, and so called "felon votes"...all in all, 57,000 votes were simply eliminated. I don't want to start ranting about this because I won't stop, and you'll have to read my iced coffee induced rants about how George Bush isn't really the president. Just read this and be OUTRAGED!.
I had a dream last night that my sister was bitten by a snake. I was in my childhood home in Illinois, and in my room with my sister Mary. She and I were hanging up posters on the walls. I moved the bed away from the wall so I could get closer to the wall (you would think that I would just step on the bed, but I didn't) and I noticed the snake. I continued to put the poster up and then sat down in the chair in my room. I went down on the floor and watched as my sister was standing, facing the bed, with her legs right up to the bed and how the snake went up to her, raised up it's head, came back for the snap, and bit her with amazing speed. I tried to warn her that it looked like the snake was going to bite her, but the words couldn't come out of my mouth. We went downstairs, and it was only a garter snake so it wasn't poisonous, so she recovered well from the bite, but I only remember talk about 'can someone get the snake out of Billy's room, please?" I don't know what happened to it, but when I woke up, I immediatly thought of Sensemaya:
inspired by the Afro-Cuban revolutionary and poet Nicolas Gullien, Semsemaya tells the tale of the sacrificial killing of a snake. The savage, violent, yet controlled and mesmeric orchestral version speaks not only of ritual blood-loss, but also reveals something of Reveueltas' own hard-living, self-destructive character
Oh yeah, and speaking of dreaming/sleep deprivation etc etc, last night at about 4:00am, I was awakened by what I thought was a noisy neighbor or something. I woke up, and was irritated, I turned over and tried to fall back asleep. The sound got louder (think, fire alarm in a building or something like that....it reminded me of college and stupid people would pull the fire alarm) and I could no longer ignore it. I was a smite concerned about it, so I got up, opened the door to my room, and expected to see clouds of smoke. None. At first I thought someone was trying to drill the lock out of the door, because it was sort of a grinding sound too. I walked into the kitchen, and nothing. I turned on the light in the living room, and it seemed to be coming from the other side of the living room, I walked to the other side, and what was it? The fucking stupid little fountain that my roomates have sitting on top of the mantle. Anyway. I finally got my binder and my portable mp3 player from the wife. I have been without those since the roadtrip. Speaking of that, I need to harass my wife about writing that up. I've had a number of people inquire about the "Roadtrip Diaries", and since the wife has the sheets that we wrote it up on, I can do nothing. Maybe when she reads this particular paragraph, she'll get on it and start writing it up? Probably not.
Saw on MSN today that the United States government is going to sue Florida for all of the voting irregularities from the 2000 Presidential election. Hrm, that's funny. I've only been ranting about how that dumbfuck shouldn't be the President for oh, the PAST YEAR! If you are unfamilliar with this situation, Florida's governor, dumbfuck's brother instructed the secretary of state toeliminate the black vote, and so called "felon votes"...all in all, 57,000 votes were simply eliminated. I don't want to start ranting about this because I won't stop, and you'll have to read my iced coffee induced rants about how George Bush isn't really the president. Just read this and be OUTRAGED!.
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