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DREAM: I’ve climbed into the rafters of a house. Interlocking my legs and arms into thick resilient strips of what look like bamboo leaves. Struggling a bit to get situated but eventually I settle down for the day to go to sleep.
Getting up around 6 p.m.
Breakfast: English Muffin with Peanut Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.
Business.
Stopping by the Art and Bake Sale at that new Concrete place at the oceanfront. A smaller place than I imagined but hip and community driven. I like that. Elliott has a bunch of music gear for sale like amps, drum hardware, and pedals. He’s got an old brown Macintosh computer from the 80’s set up, “$10 Vintage Mac Works!” Drawing with MS Paint—Ashley Pabon is making a caricature of Elliott.
Doug has a nice rack (haha) of select vintage t-shirts for sale.
Alexander Demmerle’s graphic designs of fantastical monsters are amazing as usual.
Other talented artists have their work on display. I purchase one of Maria’s wood triangle pieces with various soft-core vintage images of women from old magazines pasted onto it.
I meet a girl named Raven who specializes in Vegan baked goods. She has what she calls “Cupid Poop” cookies for sale. I joke with her and her friend Lindsey about how they harvest cupid poop, only grass fed cupids make the cut. Either way, I plan on trying this mysterious cookie later. We get into a discussion on veganism, vegetarianism, and just plain healthy eating habits, and the state of the food industry. Most people think eating healthy and nutritious meals is expensive, but it really doesn’t have to be. And it’s almost near impossible for an average consumer to have easy access to information on the food we consume. She ran into a situation where Crisco wouldn’t tell her the information she wanted to know about a product unless she was with another company. It’s like certain information is kept exclusive to the industry.
Back home—Kenneth’s sitting on a stool in my room—we’re talking about his crop investing and how he should get in touch with restaurants that only buy local produce for their menu. His expertise is agriculture and gardening, well really, his expertise is anything he can get his hands on. But he’s the smartest person I know when it comes to farming. He’s been trying to make a living and investment into growing tomatoes and basil.
He also gives me insight into the disastrous state of affairs his family has been involved in.
Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Starting Gomorrah [2008].
Stretching…music.
There’s a beautiful art to playlists, mixes, or an order of songs. Taking multiple tracks and compiling them into a special flow, kind of what I would imagine the engineering of a rollercoaster would be like. Every drop should resolve back up which then should resolve back down again and eventually cruise at a pleasurable speed, then a loop-de-loop, and in the end, pull on your heart strings causing tremendous emotion and feeling, the kind you live for.
Newspaper route.
I pulled out some old cassette tapes I used to listen to when I was a kid, old school Christian hip-hop, and rock it on the stereo. Man, this stuff is great.
Dinner: Hard Boiled Egg with Salad (Lettuce, Carrots, Celery, Tomato, and Sharp Cheddar Cheese). Vitamin Water (Vitamin C + Taurine). Cupid Poop Cookie.
Coast to Coast radio is on fire with information today. People are calling in with incredible stories of being ‘saved’ from something, a lot of near-death experiences. Someone in Arizona claimed to find giant humanoid skeletons in a cave, and as soon as he did the government caught wind of it and closed everything off and confiscated all the finds. And there’s more discussion on the end times, end of the world conspiracies. I’m frightened, but also full of adrenaline while I’m listening.
http://www.bibleprobe.com/nephilim.htm
I’m just amazed at how blind most people become to what’s really going on in the world, the changes and the revelation at hand. We’re so focused on the everyday moment, the entertainment, the distractions of society, trying to survive and make a living. But we’re all a part of a huge earth soup that’s almost hit our boiling point. The bigger picture should always be in the back of our minds. Despite it all, we should live on and enjoy it while it lasts.
Stopping by my mom’s friend Raynette’s place to give her this antique mermaid from my mom I was supposed to deliver to her at Christmas time, but just now getting to it. Napping for about 20 minutes beforehand. She meets me at the front door and tells me she had just woken up from a dream where she was riding a motorcycle.
Eating Garlic Naan Bread and Chocolate with Milk.
A comforting melody finds me on the guitar.
Sleep 11 a.m.
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