--------------Cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool down. One thing at a time, beware the current that finds you far down the timestream where you missed your destination, your insert situation. My vision touches on too much shifting virtual, the back of my brain flashes a neon red in reflection of all the artificial taken in that must dealt with. Shut my eyes... I've heard so much of this blank wakefulness, this one with all-----I don't know it, upon their closing it is a call for all within(those brain denizens [cells] like in Far Side comics) to shut down, to take their midday break from all their training they've had. They are an orchestra, each attempting to master his own instrument while experimenting and recording at the same time, his and the whole and his with the whole it is oh no to the conductor, me, head of the class and I can't control these bratty little kids (I = bratty kid? I cant control myself? Who is in charge? The conductor is always changing, hes replaced with a new somebody who finds he also cant handle it, but Then-Success, for that split second the sparks fly and genius is made and then it is gone). I take in a new experience, stimulation, 1-shot knowledge, and there is no synthesis. I write in reflection to the daily, to the instant, not to any field of unity. Shoot a different direction..NoW>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>nope there's no space to return and shoot from anew, I am yet still in my same instant. Now it's like what job am I going to get after this one, Edit: stress, stress, stress, and im chill again. Niche? I think I need a solitary niche, a sound/visual space for me to collect myself cause see I havent made raps in a while.
--------------I'm going to start meditating (which i have said many a time); wait a second, meditation??!?!? Shit I want to play some DoTA=opposite of peace of mind. Toby when you get back from your retreat will you lead us in meditation sessions? Or at least me? I promise to take it seriously.
(Edit: Now I go on tangent because of my asking Toby something which I will probably need to do again later.)
-----------Who is my audience right now? How does posting on this blog relate to us hanging out? How does me writing this at work relate to the blog? Shittttttt. Like Ryan, I just read your entry on the "treasures" today after our whole hanging out. This causes things to be outside of time, illinear (illinearlists?? ill-linearlists??!!!) an alternate space from which we are living. IS THIS EVEN WORSE?? Im trying to be at one with anysort of unified whole/consciousness, not trying to ride the virtual into a partitioned head space. Im going to post this up and trip out later (Edit: Naw me no trip.) I wont know how it relates to me as I see you the next time at 5:30 in the afternoon. Danny-eating-Dinner is already estranged from Danny-as-blog-typist!! Danny-as-he-types is intimidated to become Danny-as-editor. Danny-editor doesn't know where to take this, how does he synthesize Danny-blogger and Danny-eating-dinner??? And Infinite/always-future-Danny doesn't give a fuck duh. This will just be another odd reflection of an unsynthesized moment, lost in internet-time and computer-space. Should this even be posted?? If i delete it, its like it didnt exist, I cant do that!!! DAMN SON.
Edit2.0: Its Cowboys and UFO's
what you say goes
if its for the blog
its seperate from a log
of a life or a time its just a split second then its fine
do it big kid I do it how it is i get it out i get it out.
Edit: Just Writing to stay awake and have something to do. (Up and Down)
Danny from the future: Just warning you Danny-in-the-present and friends-in-the-present, this could be the point where your blog begins to implode.
Danny now: Its already done. Plus all these italicized edits are worthwhile and original in some way.
Danny from the future: Dude your turning this blog into your own wierd public headspace for you to air out your idiocy b/c your so bored at work.
Danny now: Naw, its a team effort. I would not be so creative on my own. Each of us will rise up in our own way and siphon the life force of the moment and put it on the internet. This WONT be alone and lost.
Danny from the future: Text color too? This is stupid.
Danny now: probably.
Danny from the future: Just warning you Danny-in-the-present and friends-in-the-present, this could be the point where your blog begins to implode.
Danny now: Its already done. Plus all these italicized edits are worthwhile and original in some way.
Danny from the future: Dude your turning this blog into your own wierd public headspace for you to air out your idiocy b/c your so bored at work.
Danny now: Naw, its a team effort. I would not be so creative on my own. Each of us will rise up in our own way and siphon the life force of the moment and put it on the internet. This WONT be alone and lost.
Danny from the future: Text color too? This is stupid.
Danny now: probably.
..BALLING!!
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