While I'm full of heavy complicated philosophical thoughts not ready to write and post of, that have occupied some of me thyme this morning and yesterday evening, I say fuggedaboutit for a second and. muse this. Quidditch, codename for, I don't know, cross country. "I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program, we're going to train earlier, harder, and longer." "Easy there, Wood, I've got a note." (Huggewaartszch School of doucheathletes and wizardry.) So, take note, gotta get more nimbus shoes and equipments, what else... have real estate, space, refuge, peace tranquil land and abodes. My love and dating life, I've been thinking about it. No statements, I ... have observations, measures, values, principles, histories. I have conjectures and projects, too, that are taking a long time. Yah, I am tired. Disabused, disillusioned, of social scene douchedating and douchestories. Or nah?
My social life is uninspired. Faint beams of starlights, tiny cakes that cannot nourish. Inspiration will come from within, sure, but that will take time. My dreams were pretty good, I've had nice dreams for a long time. Filled with social ... --wtf is that. I think I just spotted a giant glowing magma pregnant spider in the window... oh scheiss, I might crank this window open just now. Spiders do a service but... I'm scared.
Now what was I saying. Yeah, landscapes, social physical-chemical-emotional instincts, movement, flight. The dream structures have foundation in past real life histories and some of the landscapes reflect legitimacy, prestige, architectonics. Yah, and floating while cross country running, feels so good
and looks so colorful and adventurous, always in my dreams. It is the secret, gateway to ... the Arts and bliss lights--in real life. But in my dreams, I imagine things more simply and primitively. the philosophy of the depth of arts, existence, life and social communities, I have argued in waking word, and the metaphysics of dreams besides the metaphysics of investment and life and social being and uh, personhood, identity, bla bla. Yes, corroborated.
I have a wise relative, maybe I underestimated her cleverness, she advised moving to a great part of California with less earth quake risk. I think she is indeed a genius. I could use a relocation among smarter people with reduced bugs, and fringe catastrophic drought/mudslide/fire/earthquake risk.
I'm ... not enthusiastic about some of the jungle elements in certain ecosystems in my homegrounds. Lollololol.
