It's Yours and Mine

I was going to post a dream I'd had on here, but looking through my journal I realized that the ones that were good enough were (generally) too good to waste, letting them languish as just dreams. At some point, I am going to rewrite my interesting dreams as pieces of fiction, and see what comes of that. Still, I'll regale you with (what was at least to me) a strange thing that took place in a dream. Rather, it was just the dream itself.

This dream, the contents of which I have very specific plans for, lasted for three entire years. That actual period of dreaming was quite obviously less than that. But I am sure that during the brief time I was dreaming, I lived a very human three years as someone other than myself.

Dreams are such fascinating things, in that they transcend the laws we are bound by in waking life, yet at other times so very strongly reinforce them.

Dreaming is one of my favorite pastimes.

Places Like This

It's strange to me that I'm actually running out of pointless things to say. I would just keep filling up the days with other various works, but on the other side of that I'd like to keep at least SOME of my work unknown until it's published.

I went back over all of my journals and such and discovered that I have over two hundred pages of handwritten material. A large quantity of that is shit, but hey, it's all about the journey. Also, since I've come to Eugene I've used up three ink cartridges for my pen.

My southern gothic fantasy hybrid piece is stuck and has been for some time now. I thought I'd make this a new paragraph because I'm not writing this one by hand, seeing as I plan for it to be substantially longer than any other of my pieces. Four chapters and a prologue does not make a suitable standalone piece.

I am frustrated.

The Dailier Grind

There is now a 60" by 40" poster of Beck on my ceiling. It's awesome. But what's annoying is that I ordered it after I bought a first edition copy of One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish, and that has yet to arrive. And the reason I bought that? It was four dollars. Brevity is clearly present here.

Impermanence (Of Sorts)

Here are some things that have been touched upon this night:
-teeth
-laughter
-people as entities
-entities
-permanence
-music
-divine comedy
-mirrors
-jamming
-having brief moments of (in)sanity
-bodies
-imposing morals on animals
-eyes
-more laughter
-no really, we talked about laughter
-like, had conversations about it
-multiple times

Yeah Broseph

I'm tired of men sitting next to me on the bus. It's not specifically because of the fact that they're men, but more the fact that they're always the guys that spread their legs as far to the sides as they can, hunch over, and make their elbows join their knees. Those guys are really annoying to sit next to, because they take up all of the space. ALL of it. Ever. Exaggeration? Yes. But the point is nonetheless made.

Save Some For Me and Her

When I woke up this morning, I felt like a change was in order. So the very first thing I did was open my eyes, stay in the exact same position I had just woken up in, and screamed "FUCK!" as loud as I fucking could. I heard a sqeal and the sound of a door closing. That would be my neighbor Alice, getting out for her morning jog. Maybe she was leaving for work.
"Fuck you, Jacob!" She screamed at me.I just laughed. Alice was fun to screw with, although it did seem like maybe she was starting to get tired of all the shit I gave her.
"Sorry about that, Alice," I said to myself. 'I should probably apologize to her when she gets home from work' owas a thought that crossed my mind. But for the time being, I had something to laugh about for the day and moreso something to wake me up. Satisfied with that being all the change the morning really needed, I went through the standard morning routine everyone has: shower, get dressed, eat, shit, brush teeth, leave.
As I went about this final step, I started thinking about what I'd occupy the day with. For some damn reason my two days off each week were Wednesday and Friday. It was a Friday. I decided on buying groceries as my hand hit my car door a few inches below the handle. This wasn;t terribly uncommon for me, as I'm never very aware before I start driving, and even that's not guaranteed to grab my attention. But today, something else did.
"What the hell... Oh, goddammit Alice!" I yelled. Looking down at my car, it was evident that she had been on her way to work. The length and a good portion of the height of my car had been keyed. It didn't even say anything. It was just a bunch of random scratches fucking up a fading paint job. Ignoring my anger, I opened my door, sat down, started the car, backed out, and drove to the store.
By the time I got to the store I had mostly forgotten about Alice fucking up my car. I did my shopping in a very unplanned manner: milk, bread, pasta, eggs, chips, cereal, booze, and in the checkout line, I picked up a pack of gum. I loaded up my groceries, got in the car, started it up, and started driving home.
About two miles from my house, I passed a restaurant I'd never been to and decided to stop by. It was almost 11:00, and even though I'd eaten that morning, the food hadn't been very good and I hadn't had very much of it. After I parked, I took the groceries out of the back seat and put them in the trunk. I guess that's how I was trying to make up for the fact that I wasn't going straight home with them. After that, I walked in, saw that the sign said seat yourself, and seated myself.
Roughly five minutes later, a waiter walked up to me, smiling. "Hello, sir. Can I start you off with a drink? Maybe an appetizer too?"
I looked at him. "Water's fine. And I guess I'll have the appetizer sampler platter."
He smiled wider. "Alright, sir. Great choices. I'll be right out with your drink."
"No hurry." I watched him walk away. I did the same after he brought out my drink. I watched the other people in the restaurant until he brought out my food. "This is gonna be it for me, so could I get the check out of the way now?"
Again with the smile. "Of course, sir." I watched him walk away a third time whille I ate a chicken wing off of the plate in front of me. I watched him every single time he brought me something. The food was mediocre, so I found that more entertaining. When I was done, I went out to my car, started it, and drove home.
As I parked my car and got out, I was reminded of what Alice had done. I only had one bag of groceries, and sitting right on top was the double carton of eggs I had bought. I looked up and saw that Alice had left a window open, and decided on what I was going to do. One by one, I threw each egg through her window until they were all gone. Then I threw the milk. I followed that by crushing up all the other food I had just bought and throwing it through her window too.
Satisfied, I grabbed my booze, closed my trunk, and went inside. Alice usually got home around 6:30, so I decided to start drinking around 6:00. For the time being, I took out a piece of gum and started chewing it.

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Explanation (Read: Excuse?)

Yesterday I walked six and a half miles in under two hours, and decided during said trek that I wasn't going to do standard blog posts this week. Poetry up in this muhfuggah.