Election Day!

don’t worry it won’t bite. well it might, but it shouldn’t be lethal.

yeah i tells you what, i tells you, once dem republicans be kicked out of the house things is gonna change. gold and strippers falling out of the sky, and people of the world uniting to become one with the essence of life itself, as the bad elements are purged out of america like we just figured out the code to the airlock that sits somewhere in the NV/AZ desert. the door we claim to have found but could never open. bust it open and watch anything and everything get sucked out into oblivion where it doesn’t really matter anymore.

i had a productive day yesterday. i visited people, i picked up stuff, got new stuff, dropped stuff off. all in a timely manner. i accomplished short term goals and once again fashioned a proof for myself that a ounce of prevention is worth a pound of prepardness. it felt good to accomplish some of this, yet still leaving a little wiggle room for that of which yet needs to be completed. they’ll get done allright, done reaaaaaaaaaal good. in a timely manner of course. what a worthless paragraph.

i went dancing, my soul lit alive and floundered at the same time as it convulsed to the pounding rhythm (such a cool word, i guess it is sometimes y) of alternated deep trance and epic trance. the epic is more to my liking, but everyone else was on the floor for the deep. which was fine by me, more room to hop hop hop around. those otha suckaz can try and keep time to the deep trance, which is just house with some reverb and stomp stomp stomp out of time due to an ingestion of too much ecstacy. gotta go with what feels right though, with the dance you heart delights in, the music that sings to core of your esscene, drawing upon your experiences on this earth and the subconcious tha’s running things behind the scenes. letting it flow forth through the dank, wet feel of the club where the nwtekno groups convene and try and sort out their lives among peers of equal empathy. gimmie another light show and let me use that head massager and we’ll call it even. even the waking up with a terrible calf cramp in the middle of the night was sensational. my muscles can still be abused sometimes if i have sufficient drive.

sit. contemplte. feel. it’s cool, i won’t tell anyone. you’re safe here. safe and sound in the ability to do as you please whenever you want to. to make is to comprehend. understanding can fill the hole but eats away at the bottom as to only make it deeper. if you dive in headfirst though, you are lost, you succumb, you give in. you become a part of that deep hole and at that point, it doesn’t really matter where you are, you’ve discovered something far greater anyways. i have this rope though. amazing really. comprised of all that has come before me. all that i currently know, love, and trust down tot he center of what i understand as myself. it dangles down a little below my feet but is constantly growing, as i constantly go deeper. it takes what i have to offer and keeps weaving, adding to the spindle of rope that seems to stop growing sometimes but is. i lower myself cautiously, not knowing what or where the bottom is, just that if i hang on, i’ll get there. potential energy to be let loose slowly, as to expend it all at once would be to let go of the rope. which may happen someday. it may be the only realy way to figure out where you’re being lowered too.

to much analogy, i get into them so thinck sometimes that i feel way to literal and then the metaphore becomes a thinly veiled metaphore, where you spell things out instead of leaving them implicit. imply this, bitch. i think what i wanna and my brain has a dandy of a time sorting it out. it is on the edge, where it needs to be, with ego struggling to bust out of the seams and allow an understanding of such high quality that i might even understand what and how much quality it contains. it’s that cool to be me. try and be me, i dare you. just about as futile as that door in NV/AZ. if you could open i, you would know, and then the trip would be over. if you knew then there wouldn’t be much else to excel towards, would there?

if the point of the trip is the journey and not the destination, then a life of endless wandering is the key. there is no spoon. there is no destination. there is nothing that can’t be accomplished, and nothing forbidden. crash into the door over and over until a result is achieved. and praise the wonder that lets you think even grasp some comprehension of the paths you take, despite not knowing the motive or the force. it just exsists, and that really is good enough. no worth, no message, nothing but what you spin, conjure, and select.

…..and relax.