chaos theory and stream of thought

"Ich sage euch: man muß noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können. " trans: "I tell you: one must have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. "fwn
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things to remember on a monday...

life throws his head back when i tell him that i'd like a two week notice on change. he laughs so hard that he actually cries a little bit. if sharon really gave a shit about my reproductive possibilities she never would have suggested using the whitetrashtownie in front of the car as my "sperm donor". stop censoring. stop checking up on things and people. things are the way they are, and no amount of shoring up, checking in, due diligence, etc. is ever going to change a single thing.

people are who they are, and you can't love them into being anything else, and even if you could, that would be a bad choice. causality is everything. everything is eventual. death and life are just opposite ends of the spectrum, and dying isn't too much different than being born. there's a change and a party. someone always cries. things move on. there is integration.

in the grand scheme of things, i think it's dangerous for me to know how powerful i really am, how powerful i really could be. i hate the obvious questions that no one thinks to ask out loud, so i ask them and am always suprised at the answers that come around. i'm even more suprised that anyone with an ounce of sense would deem those questions "insightful". morons make me so angry. shallow people make good morons.

blue is a nice color, but it befits spring. i was glad to wake up today, and glad that it was overcast, because i like gray and red and dark brown in the fall. i wore a green sweater today, even though it's not nearly cold enough. mom gave it to me for christmas. it feels like her hugs.

sometimes, i am afraid of dying. mostly i'm afraid of dying alone, and wondering if the cats would eat my eyeballs. and then i remember that i would be dead, so it wouldn't matter. i was very relieved when the doctor told me i wasn't going to die and that my ekg looked great. i almost cried. i'm glad the medicine is working. i'm glad i'm going to be ok. i'm glad my head isn't exploding anymore. sometimes i think that if i lost 80 pounds i could snap up a boyfriend quicker than anything. that makes me angry. it makes me hopeful, too. that thought makes me feed the cats, and go to the gym, anyway.

there's always a princess. there's always a fairy god-mother. always. always. always. and even when i can't swim out of the dream fast enough to save them all, i know it's a dream. and that i can breathe underwater. and that there is enough time to do what i must do to have things come out right. they will come out right. i just know it. i just have to stop checking. stop checking. stop checking. because things are how they are, and you can't get a two week notice on change. things don't really ever change, anyway. they are how they have always been, you just sometimes learn to open your eyes wider, or squint a new way, or put on fancy new glasses and see things from a new view.

tomorrow is going to be a long day.

mil besos--rmg