Today is Christmas. The barren clouds will drop no new fruit. The sun is a little bit shy, downtrodden in respect of people sleeping in, perhaps. But no, no, that could not be the reason, for surely children of deep dreams have been up since dawn's fireworks appeared on the horizon's bow. I had great dream last night, part of it was I was starting to kiss softly and passionately a lady dear to my heart and we were interrupted and then interrupted again and eventually I lost her in the massive, what could only be called a party house. Not lost her like in a crowd, but she vanished like mist. Eventually later down in the dream, the only place where I insert unworldly, deep-hidden free-will, I tried to get back to this lady but sadly and frustrating, I couldn't place her face or name, she had escaped my mind succesfully, leaving only shadows, so I decided it was too much and woke myself up and baked. Which brings me back to yesterday and it's amazing sights. On the ocean, I love watching the waves, punching rocks, beach and rolling over rudely and without forthought, it's home. I loved watching birds in gangs, ride the crest of the wave, their sailing, to the point where the curve crashes in a churning growl. I loved hearing massive waves hitting 100 yards out, making the most awful ruckus, thunder lite. I love anytime friction feels a need to bust into the aural world in big ways. Sonic BOOM! I am feeling better after writing in here, I read somewhere that talents gone untapped and creativity not expressed turns fists upon the owner, leaving room for too much negetive introspection and abstract analysis or something like that. I am just a Scorpion looking for my perfect Piscean woman in a dark confusing beautful world. In the end the house always wins, so get on their side! Get back to nature. Get away from upper-class Gods and saviors. If you need a savior, then you are less than what you were meant to be when what you are is all you needed all along to be happy. Evil dreams and shadows fall upon our lands, binding us to the gears in the backwards system. Sure you can decide which shape your gear is and how it serves, but you are still a gear. All you can say justly is preferences, so maybe we prefer stress and suicide, gain and greed to ease of mind and wide life, but we sure don't vocalize it that way. Confusion and crying. A long life is nothing to be proud of if it's as thin as a string.

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