Perfect

Friday, July 26th, 2024

The gears grind on...

But in their grease:

Therein lies perfection.

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This evening was further evidence of

(and I'm trying to chase the right answer in my mind right now)

how what plays out naturally brings to its confidant(s) the flowing of nature;

how balance arrives like a welcome stranger at your door;

how the flowing of the waters brings the potholes to their level;

how no invitation stands alone;

how significant we each are side by side;

how...

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Monday, July 29th, 2024

There is beauty in the ratio of your shoulders to your head; the frame that offsets the light. The angelic, subtle music that teases my fallacy into submission.

I see you further, in some way; is it a logical manifestation of my mind, or a natural progression, I don't know. All that remains is my heartless action from a decisive mind.

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I feel there is some wall my feelings cannot reach beyond; a wall behind me, restricting: as if the ceiling of my feeling has been lowered.

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It isn't necessary to start at the beginning. I think it is just the logical place to start when you are working from scratch. But sometimes you are best off jumping in wherever feels most effective.

For me, I keep putting off completing edits of my book because of how many times I have so far, and how many times it may take re-reading everything to finish it. Not to mention the essential fact that I am leaving it all up to myself, by choice, to edit it.

However, for momentum's sake, I need to jump back in at a point where editing is as fresh as can be. And that is beyond the point where I keep limiting myself. In other words, the first book in what I would like to be an "omnibus". But really, it is probably just pieces of the same book. So we'll see.

I just want to live a peaceful and joyful life. And if it is going to take writing a book and going from there, then it is far more fulfilling in the long run than whatever satisfaction comes from the legacy of a 9 to 5 in a retail store and the like.

'Cause there is none, in my opinion. What the hell is so special about the trappings and hungers of our day to day grind--our sights set only upon the fulfilling of itself?

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Thursday, August 1st, 2024

Just bouncing around. Lol.

I have today tomorrow off, so here's to getting things done. It's 5:23 PM and change.

Change.

To 5:24 PM.

And now...

I've got a hundred and fifty (now!) words to go, so here goes everything...

and nothing...

...

...

(each set counts as one word by themselves...)

:

After reviewing what I had written so far, I have this to say

:

Damn, it's humid.

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Ok, with that said, there are numerous aspects of my life that need:

• Refinement
• Destruction
• Acceptance
• Understanding
• Experience
• Daring
• Imagination
• Passion

The trouble may be that I don't know how to divvy the framework of my existence into reasonable terms. It could be that I am simply locked into overanalyzing things, and am driven to laziness out of subconscious mania or bewilderment. It could be that my mind and body have none but a shaky common ground. I mean, who knows? I don't, obviously. I mean, not beyond the suggestions of clues.

So then I have to wonder: how different am I in that sort of thinking?

I simply don't know.

I don't know.

All I know is expectation from outside--and from within. And they don't mesh. At least not entirely.

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And then you get invited to skateboard, and some desire(s) in your minding of your past are fulfilled, and success has found you (in some substantial part) at last. And it is an offer out of care. An offer out of brotherhood--whose meaning shines perhaps brightest within my own heart.