Good Evening you fine folk. This entry comes to you around 11 p.m. Mountain Time, however my flakey Internet in my cabin has refused to work since the storm. So whatever time this post is labeled at is in the near future when I trek to the CP.
Or now even…
“Can’t get the stink out… its been hanging around for days. Comes like a comet, circled you, but not your friends. One day I’ll get to you, and teach you how to be a Holy Cow! You do it to yourself! You Do! And that’s what really hurts. You do it to yourself! Just you; you and no one else!”
What a drag normality brings to me most times. I fear about losing interest in everything that surrounds me… but I still adhere to my desire to explore and reshape my own view of my world. I do so to enlighten my Proprioception; re-aligning myself towards my center has evolved into a bright daily activity.
More irony is quite nice… and I’ll be damned! I’m reading a book about a band, listening to a song the book says to turn your volume down in the middle… hahahaha UM DUH! I’m turning my volume up… in fact all the way. Blow a fucking hole into my consciousness and experience the music how Isaac Brock wanted me to!
Some guy wondered what he would do without the casual world around him, and he had a theory too. He said “God takes care of himself, him or you… allow the sounds to surround and engulf you… Its all nice. It ain’t dead, and it ain’t good, It ain’t nice, but it’s still on ice, alright!”
So how do I write this “new” song I’m unable to stop hearing? Its been almost a year in the making, yet I still change and re-create the story behind it, constantly altering the emotion filled structure the song delicately attempts to balance. Lets simply describe this process to the Virtuous Lady T:
“_____________ when ___________, spontaneously ____________!”
Her response was absolutely solid: “I Can Dig That.”
Really? If she thinks so and enjoys my creativity, then let the song be finally completed! Few have ever heard this song’s remnants, a small group of 5… The next will be a stranger, because my valued 7th listener shall be none other than the Lady T herself. Without hearing a note or chord, she supports me through the difficult mental transpiration a song of this magnitude demands. Even when all is well, I welcome intentional trips through the desolate past memories and places I’ve been through. If I forget where these times and landmarks sent me, I wouldn’t be true to my center and inner soul.
Well in other news sports fans,
Today was very laid back, plenty of time to reflect and self-create experiences I always intended on immersing myself…
I accomplished a goal, finally achieving the rank of Archer; using an ancient Bear Re-Curve bow, I properly earned my spot among the few here who have performed this feat. Honestly I believe in my ability to move even further up and completing the rare Silver Bow legend. Yeah you read that right… I am pretty damn good at using a bow.
Hahahaha Sorry but this question haunts my mind…. Is this all because “it was laid out in the stars?” To those few who get this sharply cut reference… Absolutely fucking not! I am an archer because I have practiced and developed the skill to pinpoint any arrow, poisoned or lovely, towards whatever target I desire to strike. So to the simple-minded, trashed individuals who might be still reading this: Screw your false beliefs in some already decided and predicted fate perspectives. I told you they were shit and I don’t care to waste my time on such nonsense.
AH! A good ol’ rant never did any one wrong did it now? Good night to you few who I admire and relish in your beautiful presence.
But to you who relishes in absolute garbage: well no ones first, and you're next!
The Unquestionable Supremacy of Nature
another excellent post love!
ReplyDelete-the virtuous lady t