I will talk to myself in this thread forever. Think of it as my diary... Hmm.. Hmm

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This should be fascinating.... along the lines of an Oscar Wilde soliloquy.

well if you can have one then i want one too

This isn't as cool as Sexygoats diary.

Cheers,
Backov

I give this thread 4 days.

did you get laid last night?

Hmm... I like milk, cheese and butter (Country Crock of course).
What kind of dairy do you have?

Lemme get in early. Hi everybody...Look ma' no hands!!

I'm gonna ssume there will only be one post per day in this thread by TheFly. I think that's the only way this idea will.. 'fly'

It could be interesting to peek into his mind every few days and see what he's up to.

Ahhh...

So much to tell -- so little things fingers can tremble a rememberance of.

Well it started without this fine cigar in my mouth... early this afternoon.

I was sitting at my desk, not thinking of how I could burn THC at a lower temperature, thus improving my high... No that came later.

So somehow or another -- as is always the case... I begin to ponder questions of time and reality and existance -- and I come up with some groundbreaking theories. I come to realize that existance has an infinite number of possibilities -- for me to be as I am now is very precise -- how come I'm not a mutant...? And yes, the future is based on the present and past on future, blah blah and the dogs of today still know how to tame a bull so why can't I walk on water... Maybe I'm not high enough to do that.

Metaphorically speaking of course.

And so I begin to think of a power, coalescing the present into form -- an amorphic into a line of yes and no -- the crease between being and not being -- like a stream of oil in water... the edges infinitely complex -- the difference between the root and soil -- mangled and hardened and sure -- the path taken definite out of the possibilities of many paths that might have been or could be -- but might and could and if... these are words that at their base are at odds with the present -- lies -- approximations -- useless... Either it is or it is not... Simple.

So anyway now I'm talking to God... because he just proved himself to me... so we start to bargain... You know because I have an assumption on what God wants -- and I have my own needs to so I figure between the two of us we could compromise... So he made me some promises -- call it fantasy -- call it some shit that I thought of nonetheless... And so I'm supposed to be at this particular restuarant at this specific time -- half because I know that if I stay home I will fall asleep and half because I have this idea that dejavu is only experiencing what was going to happen anyway... What happens, happens should be my favotite line -- that way you're never disappointed... So anyway I have this sticker on my pants that has recorded the book I'm looking for Thales... but before that I eat a rather healthy salad... Check out some chicks -- and act typically stupid, as anyone does doing stupid shit like eating a salad by myself in the middle of a restuarant... No I'm not on a diet -- I just didn't feel like pizza... and they only serve pizza and other crappy food... but this is a good place to go because the owner is some kind of genius... and that's why the place has been so successful... I really came to believe tonight that the owner is a genius -- and I started observing the decisions that he had made in designing the restuarant -- not a chain store either... And I noticed the logo of Leonardo's Pizza (on the cup) is a naked man -- perhaps jesus -- but he is Leonardo DiVinci's description of man -- his proportions -- his outstretched arms (yes brushing against the nipples of maidens) -- of equal length to his height -- a proportion that all men and women share -- forming a circle... and upon his head was a crown and between him and the ladies there were stars... this guy is some kind of thinker for sure... I mean hell it's just a Pizza place.

So I'm walking home -- toward the bar... and then I hear this noise... It's that sticker on my knee -- with the book title of Thales... So yeah I turn around and head to the library instead -- and yeah I find Thales and he's kindof interesting... He seems kindof obscure... to find. I mean imagine that he's probably recognized as the first real philosopher and there's maybe only one book in the entire university dedicated to him... Many believe him to be the originator of Western Science, the origin of Natural Philosophy, perhaps even the first to believe that the world is round... he described eclipses, the ratio of size between earth, sun, and moon... Wow the guy is a genius -- and the fucking amazing reality is that not one piece of his writing exists today!!! All of his slendor is carried to us mostly by Aristotle -- second hand information... So here's a guy that was not only never formally recognized by any institution -- but his thoughts have never even been formally recorded! And yet today, 2600 whatever years later, I'm talking about his sorry ass...

Wow.

So I'm walking home... Before that I discover that porn is not harmful in itself -- porn is only harmful if you allow it to harm you... And so the knife is harmless without a man to use it... I felt a great comfort knowing that I'm not hurting the world -- the world is hurting itself... If it wasn't me, it would be some naked statue, or some party goat...

So I'm walking home -- and there's this poetry jam going on... So I walk in. Wow... I hadn't been to this jam in probably a year... and there's many first time readers tonight -- and some music and people that just blew me away... Impressive people without easily perceived motivations... like "hey i'm a lesbian -- look at me" or "hey i'm an angry horny man -- let's go to my place and fuck" -- no tonight there were some legitimate poets... and the comment of the night was that wow I've never seen so many people out at the poetry jam... This is rare indeed...

And so it was a rare evening, indeed... There's much more to tell -- but yes I'm wasting bandwidth... Only so many bytes for the backbone to transmit on my time.

NOT

Wow - this changes everything.

I need a big Bong hit before I tackle tonights entry.

"From the Nectar of the Bone Flows All that clicks."

A man named Jesus Whispered this into Pete's ear a few years ago.

A year later Jesus Dialer was Born.

I just hope this thread does not turn into a Carlos Castaneda psychotropic shroomariffic saga.