So, the CD finished. Sweet. The little things. Simple Random Sample Selections: first five, no lie, 1.Dog On Wheels/Belle and Sebastian, 2. something from Sonic Youth (I really can't tell one song from the next [song wise]with SY and I like it that way), 3. Laughing/The Church, 4. Hallelujah/George Harrisson, 5. M. Ward - another unknown song but favourite artist.
I was driving. I felt the urge to click forward and just see what might come next rather than actually listen to the song. Hmmm. This as if the selection process itself was more interesting and important than the individual songs. Hmmm. Bless my heart. What is reality anyway? Perception or the random selection of arostotilian perspectives, crystallised by western and european secular dogma?
My girlfriend is on the couch with her daughter. They are watching The Batch-eoler together. Grotesque. Oui, grotesque pour moi, pars que toujour une programme avec le stupid et le dim, mais ces't la vie? Je suis stupid aussi maintenant. Spelling at least I'm sure. Je regret.
She sews and surges cloth diapers, and then sells them on line, celestialbaby.com. She's retired she says, these days, but she makes a couple a day. Yogic experience I guess. A spiritual thing. Is anyone doing you a favour if they put you in cloth diapers at this point? Cloth diapers at all in a plastic diaper world is cruelty I might say. Red Yellow, Blue, Green, and Pink, whatever. The world is plastic now. Are we to survive ourselves? What a let down if I we or you were to grow out of the cloth and find a complex of plasic. No choice. A matrix of holy petroleum products. A Bagel could be a CD, a CD could be a bagel. A momento.
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