Today in Houston the sky thought it was the ground.
The ground must have been terribly confused.

An amazing dream where I was house sitting for someone and my cousin Josh was there.  We were watching “Star Trek” (the newish one) and we ended up sitting outside on the lawn and looking up into space and actually seeing the movie happen above us.  The music and sound effects were coming from the sound system in the house, however, and the bass was so loud that a neighbor came out (who was looking real fly too I aint gon lie) and told us we needed to turn down the sound.

Very vivid dream.

Hm!

Real

All the freaks
Shall we call them schizoids?
All the men
Shall we call them selfish?

The universe was not created before
Because it is always being created
Space is not expansive
It is the elements that shrink

Look deeply into literature
You will not find the one who does the finding

I guess you can.. Yeah you can say that I started working on the new record last night.

Last night I dreamt all about space. I didn’t ever make it into space, but at one point I was sitting with some folks at a launch of a space shuttle. We were super close to the actual launch site and their weren’t a lot of people there. I seemed to be the only person concerned that within minutes 10,000 gallons a second of oxygen would soon be ignited a mere 50 yards from our lawn chairs.

Other aspects of the dream, I somehow salvaged gear from previous space shuttles and was using some badass NASA module in my home rehearsal studio. If only.

If I was a spaceman, I might prefer to be called a space officer. If I felt up to any challenges, I would float toward them with a certain earnestness not found when one is bound by the relatively crushing gravity of a planet (even one as small as the earth)

I can only imagine how music would sound while floating. The quality of it would have to change if I were able to dance in 3 dimensions to it.

Looking down on earth, and then back to the abyss, and then back to earth, I think it would be very clear where life came from. I would essentially be swimming in it, forever. How different than on the surface.

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A three-day weekend awaits. 

I am very much over my self
Same old self that serves my own ends
And eats my own fingers
And writes my own endings
The self that plays with a switch blade
Dull from its own danger
Damaged by its own shine
That same old same old
Finding sayings in darkness
But confused by the return echoing back
If I knew how to express my love to you
I wouldn’t need to write it out in a way you will never understand
If I understood it myself than we might already be in love
If love was what I actually wanted I wouldn’t spend such time as I do numbing myself
If I didn’t numb myself I might actuality find that I love
Still
I am very much over myself
With the only days changing
Being the new days that I consider normal