It took pretty much exactly one hour to get home from midtown. Now please excuse me while I go to sleep early to practice dreams of unsupported flight.
I am going to place myself onto a nice street corner, will first turn invisible and then slowly move up and higher and higher. It will be good, I have no doubts.
I might actually swim in one of the water towers, perhaps, the cider ones. (Are they all made out of cider?) And the water will be perfectly warm and calm.
It is interesting to want to go to sleep before 8:30... this is about six hours earlier than I usually would... at least recently.
And this might be one of the reasons why I felt so distracted... recently...
and before I turn this here into a haircut story, why don't we all just imagine the beauty of invisible, unsupported, self-propelled, safe and quiet... flight...
Just like that.
Who knows what happens next... will we all just disappear, one by one, who's first?..
You know what they say about flying dreams Miladdo Heh he he.
Check the green wire its your ground connection.
its 9.37...You're in REM by now...Come visit me!
Goodnite!
Were you going to fly around too?...
And no, I did not manage to actually dream of flying... Did anyone here?...
And what do they say about flying dreams?
Flying dreams more often than not refer to ideas of unrealistic freedom, loosing touch with reality, "ungroundedness" If you do not believe me wait and see, you are a smart enough dude to be able to remeber in a future present how thease dreams and what was on your mind were inextricably linked. Thankyou for reminding me to check my green wire . Adios Amigo.
: )
Pecos Pete and Fritz and the other invisible pseudonyms (of one and the same IP address)... when you see yourself fly, under the cover of your pseudonyms, do you see Freud flying with you? Does Fritz know of Pecos Pete, do they ever meet?
And do you ever land? And then what?
Afraid to face your ungroundedness Witold? Someday you will land. The earth is nice , nothing wrong with gravity.
Pecos Pete, Fritz, Uwe, We have all seen the world in a grain of sand and have come to the Best conclusion to exhilerate within "The Power of Limits" By Georgi Doczi No longer searching corners for wormholes into Mr. Rucker's other dimension. We now embrace the magic that is our pattern, knowing it is all one we no longer are separate.
what does it matter if flying is fun?