Labor Day, eh?

Thankfully the folks at the local booze shop were still a'laborin' (not that it takes much labor to grunt and ring a register, but. . . )

Asleep by 9 pm and awake by 3 am. Scotch, Lone Star, cigarettes and espresso. Porch monkey life with the roommates.

Weird intense dreams I can't remember chased away by sandpaper tongue, playa in my mouth.

Sleep is a kite whose string was ripped from my hands by a rushing wind. I can see it in the sky, growing smaller with distance. Maybe some ancient god will take pity on me and return it to me soon. Most likely that god would bring his hammer down on my skull and make an aperitif of my delectable neurochemicals. Mmmmm, dopamine martinis. Make mine extra dirty.

Think I'm gonna get a tattoo that says HUG LIFE. You know, in that hardcore Olde Englishe Fonte.

'Cuz you see all these chonkies with THUG LIFE - never mind.

I skipped all burn events this weekend, but I still found a forge into which to toss my burnables. My heart immolates all the negativity I throw in it, if only I choose to do so. You know that your heart is a portal into the Divine, right? Open, waiting, accepting, eternal.

There's a reason for the tattoos on my thumbs. It's fairly simple. Let's go through it real quick:

I'm right handed. That means that I project energy with my right side and accept/receive with my left. Historically, the receptive is defined as feminine, or yin, and symbolized by a circle while the projective is defined as masculine, or yang, and symbolized by a line. (We can easily draw parallels to genitalia but won't here/now). The circles increase as they approach my body and the lines increase as they recede to show the passage of energy into and out of my body.

The reason there are four of each goes back to a revelation I received on a hay bale a few years back:

When approaching life, the datastream, I go through a series of steps to gather, analyze, internalize and process the energy I encounter. The steps are Experience, Mentation, Meditation and Prayer.

With Experience, I physically encounter that energy, reacting to it in a visceral way that involves my senses. My senses harvest that energy and gather it into my body.

With Mentation, I analyze that energy with monkey and human mind, viewing it from all angles, quantifying, quantizing and connecting it with past associations.

With Meditation, I internalize that energy, bringing it past the monkey.human.mind experience in its totality deeper into my being, allowing my self to embrace it, feel it, intertwine with it.

With Prayer, I process the energy by passing it into the forge of my heart, pushing it into the portal that leads to the Divine. With this step, I can remove negative attachments from that energy and release it into the world again as a purified, positive energy, thereby ensuring that my passage through the world has been one of beneficial existence.

Now, of course, this doesn't happen every time I run into an experience. That's why I marked this revelation on my thumbs: to remind me to activate this process. Hopefully, with this constant reminder in my face, I can internalize it to the point where it becomes an intrinsic part of my nature and I can leave no negative trace in my wake.

Well. I like office chairs. You can lean as far back in them as you want and won't fall over. Very handy at the 4 am.

So anyone else think this time designation is weird? AM means ante meridian, or before the middle, PM means post meridian, or after the middle. So when I say 4 am, it means 4 before the meridian. Shouldn't it be 8 am? If noon is the meridian around which we are basing our time designation, the nomenclature should be proper. It's 8 hours until the meridian, right? Not 4. Fucklng silly antiquated habits.

Pardon me for spewing this s.o.c. I'm awake in a slumber house and have no proper outlet for the fragments that are brewing at the moment. Remember the Bog of Eternal Stench? Remove the association of the Stench and just visualize the constant bubbling action. That's my monkey.human.mind at the moment, unattached from my timestream, in the midst of hang time.