I learned that scientifically, these things do not capriciously
change. (I'm referring to the objects around you) I also notice
that we don't radiate away, (even if we are strange to each other.)
But I'm noticing less because the pills are working and I am
becoming somewhat numb. But go on, I'm paying attention, let me
just grab another drink. I think the pills make time pass faster,
(other than just relax me), and the alcohol makes the boredom
more bearable. I'll have to look into the rules of relativity
and altering the mind. I'm further heavy numb.
A girl made me nervous. Hence, the reason for the pills and
alcohol. I should have been sober because the pills and booze
stifle me some. I'm a proper moron sometimes. If I weren't so
damn numb I'd be working well today. But I had to take away the
shakes, (dumb ass me), and so I can't feel myself and so I can't
But here I am, at some damn party, in a nice courtyard area,
with regal acting people. I can act like them if I tried, but
I'm not going to. It's not like I'm completely out of my mind,
I'm aware of who and where I am. I'm displaced, but that's not
their concern, and I don't care much either.
I'm not believing the beliefs I have are consistent. (Regarding
existence) I quickly find the painlessness the drugs create leaves
dullness. (But maybe just then because at other times they make
my mind fly)
Do you know what I believe? I believe this place is full of all
the potential in the world but something disrupts their
development. Something keeps most of us from learning from each
There's a big oak tree in the corner of the royal court, ie. the
courtyard. I stood there for a good while with my drink nervous
and unable to enjoy the holy purity of the place. I wondered off
in my mind thinking about the things they might be thinking. I
don't think I was even close. Quickly, I wondered about the worlds
that are never thought of and smiled to myself. The girl that
makes me nervous said something I didn't hear, she was so far
away. She left to go dance. I can't move, remember, I'm numb.
Elle is the name of the girl that makes me nervous. My legs
worked. And I had just enough confidence to go dance with her.
She moved brilliantly, and when I got to her she made a subtle
comment, then a sudden comment that was rather enjoyable and
unpredicted. And then she was quiet. The bass got incredibly
heavy and we love heavy bass. God, she can move.
For whatever reason I'm convinced I can create. I think she does
that to me. God, I don't even know her. But I can tell. I guess
it's our sort of kindness. I looked up and thought, 'Astrologers
'read', astronomers detect.' She pulled me back and asked, "What
do you see?" I don't remember my reply, it was probably I don't
know. I think our knowledge isn't enough to read the sky right.
I didn't bother her with that, but she could'a understood as much
as I could have explained. She had to leave.
I think I'm a ruin in society. (I do not move) I wonder about
our ability to provide for one another? (Reflexive and retrograde)
We clash like we always clash. One stranger to another. Not so
strange, and we're trying to accomplish something. Even if nothing
sustains, it was, right? But don't mind me much, this might change
in the morning.