Because it is a full moon, everyone’s a bit insane
I have been spending a shitload of time inside myself lately, examining, recycling, assuming new mes, wrapping them up and putting them away for rainy days.
Because it’s a full moon, I feel very scabbed today, wanna rip up my skin, and throw it away.
I noticed tonight as I frisked around on foot that the surmounting anger I feel is always about the gravitational pull, and all that.
for some people, it is powerful. for me it is paralyzing because I feel both violent and sensitive, like an out-of-control circus on the verge of fists flying and a flood of tears.
Alpha Calm, Francis, I remarked today. I have these very lucid messed up dreams about infomercials I generally fall asleep to and wake up excited about mid-pitch. I honestly have gone so far as to leave my house when I didn’t have a phone, go around the corner and call in a raincheck on some Japanese Pokemon cards that the Home Shopping Club rep assured would make me rich. All because I was lucidly dreaming and gently being brainwashed into a rich state of mind because the salespeople are just that good.
Alpha Calm had me hooked just on the idea. The bullet blender, too. And that crazy whipping contraption that turned milk into whipped cream that was out years ago, too. A few months ago it was baseball cards. Thank god I have jarred myself into conscious rationale before any real purchase; otherwise I would have more junk than I already have.
Though not for long. I am selling all of my stuff.
Uh huh.
