sandy with patches of cobblestone and grass, it curves in and out of a lucious rainforest and a desolate burned out forest; sometimes it is bright in the burned woods and others it is pitch black in the rainforest. Looking back too long or forward too far I trip. A basset hound sits in a small clearing ahead and doggie talks when it sees me, and then I scratch behind it's ears. I come to the castle, true perfection overlooking vast ocean with only one shore. You've never felt so protected. I go down to the ocean, dip in my toes, and feel the overwhelming fear but i wade in and finally dive deep beneath a wave that would have forced me down anyway...I walk away into a mesh of rainforest and burned forest trying to make a little more ground. Through the darkness of future past The magician longs to see One chance out between two worlds:
Fire walk with me.
Someone once wrote 'hell is the impossobility of reason.' Funny how things have to get more confusing and hellish on this planet before some mass extinction creates a heavenly new beginning.
My definition of love is mutual worship...
Ya gotta pay rent just to live on this planet?The dead know only one thing; it is better to be alive. So if every thing no matter how small has a slight gravitational pull on everything else than I guess the path is already laid beneath your feet. Or is the work you do just fighting the flow of entropy that wants to pull your life apart? In which case the decisoins you make aren't a reaction to the molecules in your brain being tugged one way or another causing you to decide to do this or that. Molecule placement must create your mood and the electrical synapses you send through it are like a bird flying in a hurricane...or maybe a summer breeze. So I might be alone, but I could have swore I saw a light coming on. The perfect job would be bioprocessing, the ability to take any protein in nature and mass produce it. The possibilities are almost as endless as my academic career. Focus. Clarity is the key but I can't find the lock. The truth is I am the tyranny of evil men, and you Ringo are the weak, but I'm trying...I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd. A house in Asheville and a boat in Charleston would be ideal...Yes, I am a pipe dreamer who thinks in rambling run-ons. Put me inside put me inside put me inside.............A. We'll get an early start tomorrow morning and try and enjoy each others company in this beautiful place. B. We'll stop feeling sorry for ourselves, its not very attractive. C. We'll make our plans for the future. Can we agree to that?
