On this day of unpredictable fate my sister Michelle was born some 46 years ago. As I'm meditating on the thought of "Thinking and Speaking are powerful predictive actions". A motto that I have to take to heart tomorrow Labor Day '09. Introducing the Obama Buck, which is an investment idea to attract supportors, investors of Fabutron. Which brings to mind Alexia Vanek... but I am diverging. So in building this business of Fabutron and working at Regal with my big sister Michelle. I'm appreciating my Virgo sisters efficiency again. It inspires the meticulous side of Taurus, spurring me to take the leap of faith to set up a table tomorrow and Push my book.
I have to admit of being very people shy. I don't like being on public radar. But I do like to be myself, truthful, honest, playful, wicked in repartee, and daring. But my nature is one of Temperance, peaceful. It's that sense of peace that I get being around sister. I hate working at that movie theatre on Court Street. Mostly because it is in doors. I secretly go out on the roof sometimes just to "breathe". The majority of the staff there are young. Makes me feel old sometimes, but thankfully wiser. Although there are a few Gay youth there, I am loath to being outed. It's really not important. What's important is that my sister is there to have my back. So I can slck at times and not have to worry.
I don't like working for other people. I adhere to a different clock. Where the time doesn't tick steady. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it pauses, it races at times and one day it'll stop. But it's never steady. It's becoming a bit less erratic these days , where it seems to have a measured stroke but the blasted job keeps interferring. Except for today when mercury retrograded. I remembered that when I was falling asleep. Today I was rewarded with a day off, unexpected. Thank you FATHER ! Amen.
Thinking and Speaking are powerfully predictive actions indeed. There are no coincidents. I'm relaxing toting my Cancer and writing, doing what I love to do. My job in life is to Make A Piont. Literally and Figuretively. In between I just happen to put words, to break up the monotony of just ........ See. Point made !
That's the girl in me. My sister Michelle. Efficient, self-involved, repressed, overstressed energetic advanced perfectionist that I am. It's fucking exhausting. That feminine energy can wear a man out. Do you know how hungry I am at this moment and have wait until I finish writing before I can cook something. My mamas not here there's no one to serve me. My wife isn't even here. There's nothing prepared in the Frig. Fuck it i'll survive on the cannabis, my pen and my dream. Creation requires sacrifice. God here lies another starving Artist, prepare the feast I'm coming home. Amen.
My sister still looks like she should be carded at 46. I see I'm going to have to keep my bill to Ms. Oil of O'Lay current if a girl wants to keep up with ol sis. Oh fuck it I'll just smoke the cannabis. Dreaming of Gian Carlo Zemas Jellyfish 45 in the waters of Detriot. Forming a new Canadian American effort. A city in the lake that borders the two countries. Making the largest ice skating ring. Take speed skating to a new level I think. Stunts!!
Bring a little of The Med into our own backyard. Possibly with a nuclear facility far below ground. Energy we in the west are now collectively smart enough to uderstand responsibly. It's sound and proven technology that you can learn at DeVry. We need solutions , wouldn't be something to take the elevator to you building up to the roof and step out onto a new Earth. Teeming with life. Wild horses , wild buffalos, Eagles and Falcons soaring strong through the skies. Deer as large as Cadilacs. Back to the times of the Druids. Trees , Trees larger than the Twins, Treez Joyce.
Bond metal with wood and create trees larger than life. She touches the sappling and a sequoia is birthed. Perhaps then is when Angels will be born.
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