May 12, 2023
My dream is to sell the kids and get payed. I’d love to buy stocks in coal. I think there’s a lot of money to be made. I also think that people need to get in touch with their inner bitches. They need to talk to themselves a little more often. Maybe think about building walls between their eyes. That way they’re like hens. Just an idea.
What if I was financially free? No more borrowing from family. No more lack. It would allow me time. That way I can grow in my music and art and hobbies. The money really just gives me time. I wouldn’t have to work a job that I don’t like. The goal is get payed doing something that I love but also teaches me things related to my interest. It’s always changing. These days I’d like to be payed to play music at bars, cafe’s, restaurants. I wanna just practise and practise and practise. Get better all the time. And be payed to do it. It seems like a magical life. For now. At some point it’ll change. It’s always changing. That’s the kinda life I want. Constantly changing, but always spiralling upwards. Constant evolution.
His hands are the size of diaries. I wanna talk to the aliens. To the beings around me. They are myself, after all. So I’m consciousness? Experiencing myself as a human? How many times have I done this? I guess if I’m everything and all time is now, then that question is a bit flawed? Because it would mean that if you zoom out far enough, I’m all the people on earth. I’m everything. But experiencing the illusion of feeling singular, or detached? It’s interesting. I’d love for more direct experiences. Although I have noticed that I’m so much more able to sense vibrations in my body. I can feel when it starts to resonate higher. I really feel it in the roots of my front teeth, which is so interesting. My hands as well. And it’s amazing when I can feel muscles suddenly decompress. It feels so good. It’s like they release all this tension and shake for a second, like a tiny earthquake.