The Chapter i Wind.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. So I admired the image of the son, Horus in the arms of Isis. I started thinking under a spell of sorrow. So epic, this moved me so much, i campre it to the autums of the north east. It was the prusuit of a maternal feeling, paternal feeling. I was the start of a dream that i had fuck someone and had a child, dude.
I thought about having a particular child. O yeah one i've met before. Whoso is smart and beautiful and emensive, basicly dawning potential for love and progession of HUMAN KIND.
Meanwhile I sit on the back deck of my house on my laptop smoking a ciggerette and drinking a tall glass off lemon-aid on this mid summers night so then the damn breeze touches my face and Rachel calls me.
"Just where did you get your retro ties? I love them so much im changing the way
i dress at work."
"Nah its a secret." I said and made her take mine. Every intentional act is a Magical Act. She and my tie will go on forevermore to make more magic when before it was hers, i wore it during the holiday season at Macy's. lol
I'm not a tie person but it was Macy's which taught me the charm of tieing a tie and the act of wearing one. And the spirit of the holidays OH did i ever get anywhere in that job for the pretty wonderful times i spent with all. No, thats why its seasonal. But they gave me a free book by John Carr titled Single and Single. Awsome start but its so thick i call it a beach BUM read. ANYWAY.
Every intentional act is a Magical Act. By "intentional" I mean "willed". But even unintentional act so-seeming are not truly so. Thus, breathing is an act of the Will-to-Live.
Send me money if you want to met the child of my dreams. Im broke. Holy Shit.
(Now listening to Sarah
Frimm, The Beatles, The Smiths)*(Now watching The DaVinci
Code)*(Now folding clothes and
facebooking)*
