Tuesday, July 21, 2009

i miss eli. his absence is permeating my existence and affecting my happy reality.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

dahh too bad rothbury didnt work out, i really wish i was there right now. damnnnn. well i hope knief is having a fucking awesome time seein' the dead on his 21st birthday, sucks i couldnt be there with him but it just didnt work out.

ive officially moved to utah. its very slow paced out here, not a whole lot to do. but there are good people to not do a whole lot with. keely and willie's house is awesome and i love going over there. i slept there last night--i was going to sleep in her sister's room in the basement but after being in there for five minutes i realized why keely's sister doesn't sleep there. bad feng shui and scary huge black beetles everywhere. and spiders. so i slept on the couch. anywho, kelly keely willie jake and i woke up, smoked a j, and went to the fourth of july parade downtown. nice morning. i gotta go, somethings come up.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Rothbury

I NEED A RIDE TO ROTHBURY!!!!!!!!!! Anyone going?!?!?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Chapter 1: The Mission to Dream by Elizabeth A. Lennox

once there was a girl named deva and she was the heir to the throne of the Black-Regan empire in eastern Evesham. she was not a girly-girl and liked adventure; she frequently took scenic walks on The Wild Side. one day, when she had reached the age of maturity , she had a vision. the great god of Relaxation appeared before her and spoke: "Deva of the Great Black-Regans, I will appear to you in order to present you with a mission that will change your destiny." He yawned.
during this pause, deva's mind raced. she was never one to decline an opportunity to create a story of her own. Relaxation continued:
"Something very serious has offended be and i can't eat, i can't drink, and i cannot sleep. until i can do so, you and your minions and family will face the same fate that i've experienced."
deva felt a deep pity for Relaxation in this moment, for she understood that a good sleep was more precious than gold. and a good drink was worth the loss of a good sleep.
"Your Laziness," she spoke, "how may i mend the unfortunate situation that is beset upon you? it pains me to see you so active against your will, for i, too, share your love of afternoon naps and big comfy couches."
he could tell that she was sincere in her plea, so he began his tale...

"I have lived for ages, since the first Man was created and He spent his days sitting under lush fig trees to avoid the summer sun. Since then, it has been harder and harder for my presence to be felt in the mortal world. Man has fallen in love with me, but held so tightly that i've fallen out of his grasp. the harder he tries to make life easier, the more complex it becomes. you work and work and work to make money to buy things that others of your kind had to work. this cycle is only getting worse--soon i will be obsolete. for a moment, imagine life a century from now. Do you think of people tanning at the beach or taking a hike to pick wild flowers? No. You think of faster cars (to get you to work quicker), space travel (perhaps to take advantage of untapped natural resources), and ______ (word splotched out b/c of watermark) of weaponry (to kill your own kind). Where is the time to both figuratively and literally, stop and smell the roses?"
this was not a foreign thought to deva. she frequently felt regret when she had to interrupt her daily daydreaming to address her royal responsibilities.
"Deva, you have been chosen to put an end to the plague of unnecessary responsibility. you must go into The City and rekindle the lazy sunday by destroying my arch-nemesis---The Internet."
Deva gasped. although she was delighted by the thought of a NeoRelaxation movement, The Internet was an important part of her time wasting regiment.
What a paradox she has to face.

Magic Hat Bottle Caps

*Life is better barefoot

*Make your Move to Improve your Groove

Feed the Nation with Imagination

*Eyes? check.
Ears? check.
Mind? check...

The Truth is Slippery, like Eels

What is the Cost of the Things you have Lost?

Keep the Pace, go to Space

Don't Strain your Brain in times of Pain

Beer for Peace

Blow off all the Show offs

*You Can't Be Real unless You Feel

Your message in a bottle...cap

History Mystery: Prohibition

*We all have the Power to Blossom & Flower

& my personal favorite:

*If Jerry were here, we'd Buy him a Beer

oh boy

got back from my two week vacation in berlin a couple of days ago. it was the most amazing time with eli in such a wonderful city and i wish i was still there but i have too many other things going on to wax about it. definitely though, the best vacation/experience i've had to date. i'll hold in my heart forever how much it meant to me, so i'm not going to bother writing about it here. i'm moving to utah next tuesday. pretty crazy. thusly, my mom is having me clean out my room here at home, which i dont even use anymore but has so many memories as well as trash. i need to sort through Everything--clothes, movies, books, furniture, memoribilia, school work, notebooks, everything i've ever held on to--decide whether to trash it, keep it, what not. long long process and i dont even know where to begin. so i'm beginning with probably what i should be doing last and i'm going to start posting a lot of stuff here just so i can throw away the hardcopy but maintain the memory. first and foremost: i have a collection of magic hat bottle caps, i keep the ones with the good sayings. so i'm going to post the sayings so i can throw out the fucking bottle caps (or give them to liz).

Friday, March 27, 2009

so i was drunk and given some x so i took it without thinking, sucked on it for about a minute, then spit it and put it in my pocket when i realized i have work at 930 in the morning. still, after merely a minute, im up and in no shape for sleeping Any Time Soon and in good shape for reflection as i am by myself; the only one up at this hour. i Stumbled upon some nuggets of native american wisdom and that got my mind rolling because it was all so true. right now, im thinking about this native american traditional poem that's hanging on the wall at my home home, by my dad's ashes.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

i think this poem explains a lot about why my dad wished to be cremated instead of buried (thus why it's hanging right next to him), but i suppose we should've scattered his ashes to really let his soul spread. i hope we're not selfishly holding his essence captive in a meaningless urn. i think my mom still needs him around though. i know that he knows how often i think about him and how much i miss him and how i wish he could've been around to shape my future and my sisters' futures but i guess he has been there all along, just not in the form that is so tangible. lately, thinking about dad always leads to thoughts of eli because both are the most important men in my life, both are always present in my mind, and both are out of reach. it's so good to know how much my mom appreciates the good vibrations that emanate from eli because it confirms that dad would have loved him too.

oh baby i love ecstasy. good good good good vibrations. i don't know where but he sends me there!!!!!!! elij, if you're reading this... :-D

-Stella Blue

p.s. 3 updates in one day! overrrrload.