notes

stir up. think deeply. I’m trying. thinking about this quote I just posted. it’s nice how you just feel a book is calling you, so you grab it from the garage and open to any page and a solid message is there for you, as if it were just for you. so, going to bed, are you? yes, and I plan on having some good dreams. no one sees me. days pass on end and I am unknown to the world. I lift this heavy desk up the stairs and am sore for a day and a half, barely able to lift the usual plate or telephone. by Sunday I’m back to my normal self again, doing the resistence training. push ups, pushing against your own weight. your own frame falling down on you. come on, let me see some pain. see some tears. see some collapse. see some bones snap, some floor boards loosen. burn a fire here. BGK was here, ’02. something like that. these days, President Lincoln is wearing the best of Banana Republic. dream of what? no, I don’t ask for something in particular usually, just that I be guided in a way, or that I see what I need to grow. I will write later when I’m feeling more coherent.