Scribing 62 - Alternate realms

I visited some alternate realities in my dreams this morning
Sleeping in a 12 bed dorm
Someone neurotic sleeping on the top bunk next to me, telling me how weird a person is, budging at every movement I make in my slumber
Maybe I fed from her energy

The dreams were vivid and as real as you and me
I experienced about 4 or 5 different realities in different times of my highly sleepless night

Most of them I missed the plane I'm getting on now.
One of them I lent some busking equipment to people and their kids
I fell in love with a beautiful girl
who was trying busking and borrowed something from me
It was a big family meeting,
happy to have me with them
The mall near the train station at Frankfurt was coveted in grass like a great park
it was swampy
Frankfurt was like a little village
I missed the plane, I stressed a bit but I had found good friends, it didn't matter to me so much
But waking up in between and realising where I'd been , I grabbed my phone to check the time, it was 7.45
the plane is at 7.50 I've missed it
oh shit. I'm sitting in my bed
people get up to tell me they can't handle my breathing, I'm breathing too loud
The neurotic lady gets up everytime I drink water or when I grabbed my phone
controlling behaviour

The people move beds around me,
The beds are different than before,
I remember something, it's not like this,
but I let them sort themselves out to get away from my breathing.

Everything but the neurotic lady is an alternate dimension I don't have to exist in

The neurotic lady is actually neurotic and real

I check the time, now actually awake

It's only 4pm

I pretend to sleep and have other slightly vivid interventions, not wanting to disturb the neurotic person

I find them every now and then in hostels, found them in detention centres
people on the last of their wits
and still trying to pretend everything is ok
participating to an extent with this crazy society

eventually my alarm goes off

It's time to get up and catch that plane.

Scribing 61 - Logic

Labels, action, politics
Sit, don't talk, oh he talked
no he didn't
tell the mind he didn't
I'm leaving
it won't matter

Sitting
don't talk, so quiet
voice over lots speaker
deutches lotgen uggen splut
huh?
I'm just spewing Genglish

Everything in place
even chipped things are shiny
neat rows
flower of life beckons

red dove
Angel of death
troubadour of the confusion

mad magick delinquent timing

goodbye Bangkok

German smerman

Red rows, pews, church of the Crimson flower, chosen, Chair of Scrying, action centre, she swore she saw death enter a little saner than before. valuable moment. asset. 

Scribing 60 - Running a society with social inequality isn't easy

We have so many dreams
Not all of them can be achieved in one lifetime
Then we settle for a few
Then we struggle to meet the bare minimum of these few and we siphon it down to just one

Loose cannon
you're a loose cannon
that's what you are
well at least
It's what you've become

Pushing away people left right and center
What can you do?
The desire is to see all the worlds
travel all the paths
it cannot be done while carrying around the energetic influences of this many acquaintances under the false impression we live in an equal society where everyone can be happy

So what do we do?
We say
Fuck the system

And we try with all our might to fuck this system
we use up everything we've got
But we can't stop it because the people that are being fucked by this fucking system want to be fucked by this fucking system
With that much energy going for it
How can you bring out down?

It's not so simple
To run a society, with unequal citizens as subjects
It's easy to assume we can do this well
After achieving said fuck

The fucking world is oblivion
a cancer that eats at life

Now the only way to 'bring it down'
is to do it from the inside
So we go in
Smiling faces wielding
Here we are
We are the fuckers
And we're here to fuck

and hopefully make it out with some skeric of humanity intact within our souls.

I'm going in
conjecture is for dreamers
let's stop dreaming and do

speak speak speak
do do doo

Scribing 59 - Rats are people too

Rats are people too
Pad Thai is delicious
From the street vendor

Straight faced
Money money money.
Set price

Ok ok, peanut
sweet chili
go

Can't sit there
Rats are people too

Only place to sit
In the middle of the round about
there's an elevation
there's bushes in the middle

People sitting, people laughing
eat eat eat
little things from the bushes they come
inspect the terrain
look for food

we're from the Ong tribe, where are you from
I'm just eating
leave me

But you eat in our home
and we have little food

let us pick the crumbs
Ok
you pick the crumbs

little nudge
wobble here and there
no harm done
we're just inspecting
we'll find the crumbs

apparently society is equal

has anyone else cottoned on to this joke? 

Scribbling 58 - Bangkok

Phablet now
No typing

Wandering people
Looking for something
What are we all looking for?

Re-expression of joy
Love
Satiation
Eternal Satiation

Saturation
Desire

Swift type
Ideas
Fusion

Four nights here
The plants wobble in the wind of the incessant fans
It's fucking hot
I've got a bucket of something for cheap

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
We can't get away from ourselves

No not ever.

Blogger app

Give me the answers Google = God

I watch a worried face do what it's always done
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high

Smashing
Herbs, spices, bag
turn twist elastic
next

Serve

Beautiful lady
advertising frog sculpture from wood
serrated edge
stick flick
sound of frog

depressing mainstream song
blah blah
you let her go
blah blah blah

I tried to get sleep at the hostel
But girls wanted talk on room of twelve
where people only sleep
attention?

5pm in the afternoon, justification?

Smile
something is ok
we'll be right.

strange worlds collide with one another
who can control it

everyone only speaks so much English
being understood is a dream
just settle for heart

blahblahblah

sex baby song

fuck the system

Scribing 57 - Sanity in Question

Sample the free love at the open table
He said it, you said it, we said it together
No one person is out of innocence
All the broken people weep

Golden tears
Golden years
A golden age of openness
To all those in question of sanity
New life will form

We eat from the trough of rationed delight
What the previous age left for us was just scraps
We make a kingdom out of scraps
Pan's labyrinth

We do what we do until we are dead
When the magic runs out
The broken people weep
Golden years

Scribing 56 - Doldrum Burdalurm Bunga

Houses need people
Houses need life

The sunset was so splendid this morning
The plants sit and wait for the rise to reach their leaves
Unconditional empathy
The curse that can be a blessing

The cloud that sits above the eyes
Breathing, get that energy moving
Sometimes things are better left unspoken
The intellectual mind cannot be given a place in this future

The listening public wants someone shy and timid
This is the capacity for their ability to receive
Where will you go from here?

The footsteps rattle the floor
The floor boards crack and tackle as the heavy body shifts from one room to the other

Soon we'll all be together forever again
A shower will be in order
A change of clothes, a washing of all things cloth in my bag
A new sowing kit to bring broken things back into workingness

Standard recollection
Transmission feed interrupted
Heavy eyebrow, keep breathing

No wrong, no right
Wandering flicking, frizzing, branches of the weeping peppermint

We only have what we need and then we are off
Fame and fortune are not to be had this life
These are spectres of the imagination
Ghosts of time

Who wants to be a ghost in time
When time is a prison

We live forever by working together
We die in hell by isolation

Balance
Get that balance
It sounds quite simple

The man that cannot sit and wait for the right time to do things
Is the man that cannot sit and wait for the right time to do things

Punchy proverb expected here
Apparition master
Sexy man