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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Back when I was more reasonable...

like always. There's something to be said for being non-emotional, more peaceful. I kind of like just flowing through life being unflustered, whether it's a serious wildfire that men are battling like heroes, or Columbian psychos who operate lawlessly in the mountains, or deciding whether or not to remove Cuba's embargo (totally!)

Hurting deeply everytime I wonder how many people are being held captive in basements and dungeons, and wondering which part of the human thinking process allows the possibility to ever occur, let alone be normal. I blame the bystanders, obviously, the ones whose instincts and intuition are overridden or ignored. Can't even blame the schools anymore.

Loved Biden sounding all smart today on CSPAN, discussing with steady pinache (he's such a showman), important green energy economic issues. Thought of his wife much, and how proud she'd be of his accomplishments, how he needs to be the best vice president ever for her, and get out of the shadows. Looking forward to Obama's health care speech next Thursday.

Monday's when I get to watch the latest episode on Hoarders...irrational thinking, God love it! Poor boy, can't throw out dog hair because he believes it's some part of his dog's lifeform. That to me, is sensitivity for all the crimes of humanity, projected onto the dog hair. Drug him up and lock him away, intuitive but misguided loser.

The crazy people never get the understanding they deserve, nor do poets. It's a shame how many paranoids get destroyed emotionally for being so stupid as to speak before they think, and actually share with the world how mixed up their consciousness is. Too bad society is so afraid to hear the truth about their own tendencies and actions, from the devil.

I love the devil. Mostly when he wears black (only sometimes now in gray), and when he acts. You'd be surprised how often the devil, with a flip of his eyelids to distract or persuade, and then out pours the realness. The devil is human too, bet you didn't know that.

Yes, satan is half-man, half-professional showman. I can't always sort the two out myself, so seriously, don't feel bad. I'm rooting for the man though, I always do. The man's just deepness times a zillion, the showman...well, he's kind of a fool.