there was a poem on my whiteboard before i went to the market today. i erased it to sell things. magic water. people actually buy it.

it said next to some one.

and that was the most important thing. i am on the cusp of manifesting it, but i have to relax and chill, yet not too much, because i have found that an easy solution is ever so inches away. and sometimes i don’t have the devices to make it all work. so much. new, shaking, exhilarated.

i perceive this complex fantasy. phantomly. a puzzle that i would rather not solve all at once. ease me into it. massage the last of the mohicans out of the forest. no, don’t let it run away, come back, focus on the topic at hand, the only thing worth living for, the only thing dead. value is in the eye of the b holder.

d vine.

my folly is wondering what others thinking and then taking my thoughts of their thoughts as my own. but which came first.

go. out to your tree. nap. in your fortress. i never know what i want to know.

do you want to kiss me/ i instantly distract myself as if it never happened, and then i see, me there

pull up your pants or tuck in your shirt. how about you shut your eyes. the offense is all your’s.

cho is here indoctrinating people with mill run. jesus fucking christ. he spend the first four hours talking about saving money and using the resources at your feet, then seamlessly segways into importing the material to accomplish these ends. the greatest contradictions come from your teachers who do not do. where is your farm? what do you grow? oh, yeah. cause here is my farm, and here are my methods. they work. and they are sugar cheap.

another day of mutilation tomorrow. nay, let’s build with the hawaiians. let’s connect with the ruffians. let’s make macro change in micro ways.

missionary style.

i wanted to warn you about paranoia. the biggest turn off is running out of energy.

ted opened my eyes wide shut. thanks. seven more teachers to find. and i hope the next rings true.

i accomplished a lot today. called my council man, made an appointment for him to come visit my farm. called the ministry and got disgusted with their attitude. cut a trail. cleaned up a bunch of kindling. revived an ohia. leveled a path down a steep ravine. created a sign reading “Join the UpRising! (emelia’s sigil)”. and then ate two dinners with master cho.

which brings me to my next point. delia.

i want a girl to wonder with. perhaps i will give her a chance. emelia ba delia. so are the odds. such is the vision.

i have promised much, and now is the time to deliver. so get off you ass, and go forth!

shudder.

avowing to change the world. one con at a time.