Thursday, October 21, 2004

we didn't want to drink the blood , but there was nothing else around....

okay , maybe its been a little more than three days , but something is always coming up ( scissors, trust, monkees , etc... ) and this time it was a REALLY big something... so big that i will ignore it all together and pretend it doesnt exist ( much like i pretend kid rock doesnt exist) ... i was examining my aura today and noticed that there were two small holes in it... one hole was right where you thought it would be ( middle chest/calamity chakra) but the other was in the most peculiar place... it was above my right knee , which made me suddenly examine "where was i running to last?' ( the answer would make you gasp, so i have replaced said answer with a more gentle answer ) i was running get a bag of rubberbands to shoot at tunde ... while i was on my way into the rubberband store, i noticed that all of the blood that was inside me had slowly been leaking out of my mouth and everything i had been saying was written in blood all over the place... every single thing i said... like ..." can we stop to get peppers , i want to try roasting them on the engine as we drive" was written all over the dashboard of the minivan... and " can i use the restroom ?" was written all over the counter at the krispy kreme counter in jacksonville... even ... ' mom, i left my belt with the horse with wings on the buckle at your house , can you please send it to jason's so i can keep my pants on when i return to new york' was written all over the keypad on my cell phone... every darn thing i had said for whoknowshowlong was written in a trail of blood as far as my eyes could/couldn't see... i was getting a little uneasy , for i know that i have said some really stupid things all day... and if some how bloodspeakwriting was able to be analyzed like handwriting is , would i be "profiled " by some team if they thought that stupid was the new dangerous? i was becoming a little crazed with this idea... how do i, then, throw them off my trail ? what would the blood do if i SANG? frere jaques? somewhere over the elbow? shes a grand old flag? crazy train? ... yeah , you bet i started ... right there in the christian bookstore ( i was there for a reason OTHER than christian books ) for the record .... i went into the bookstore to get one of those shirts that say "god made me black because he knew that i could handle it".... BUT before i got the shirt ( for the norwaygirl) ... i started singing.... blood everywhere .... in the shapes of animals we have yet to know.... horse/sharks, panther/eagles, koala/giraffes, so many hybrids thats shouldnt exist... right there ... forever archived in the carpet of the bookstore... no detective ( not even the pipesmoking guy ) could follow THESE clues.... i dont remember which songs spawned which animal, but i will be sure and take pictures with my phone tomorrow , if the blood still flows... the clerk at the bookstore was not christianbookstore owner, but rather some guy who was sick of working at kinko's ... he was torn between making me stop ( he would more than likely have to A: clean up the blood interpretations before the REAL christians showed up.... or B: leave the illustrations, and leave the bookstore and start a band or a magazine (lets not rule out getting ANOTHER rediculous job like "customer service" at SPRINT or "peacemaker"....) what he chose is private and i may reveal later when my book "out of the weeds" hits the shelves .... i mean ... if i were to be ignoring this blog because i am working on a book, of course that couldnt be the case , because i dont write books and nobody reads etc... so back to the holes in my chakras... these holes were large enough to have me thinking that i need something to plug them with... or maybe you are supposed to light a candle or say a prayer... i chose to drink mint tea ( the average kind ) with a fresh basil leaf in it .... ( for some reason i keep fantisizing that herbal remedies work for karma / holes in auras / lost keys) well in this instance it worked 100%.... mint tea with a fresh basil leaf in it repairs holes in auras without a doubt.... so once i saw the evidence and the hole was repaired i went back to what i was doing before the self-aura-exam... which was determining if i should go on this shark fishing expedition with the guy i met at the los angeles airport.... if you are about to write me a letter about the consequences of shark fishing , please redirect your energy towards writing a letter to your local paper about how much cooler teachers are than stupid rock stars... because i will not actually be 'sharking,' but rather fishing for the answer to a question i posed to him about his relationship to his father ( who died at sea in a storm in 1978) i will back to that later ( if i make the trip) .. i think i might be in for more than i bargained for .... but i was in that same position when i agreed to start talking...
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