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I set a Goal for myself a year ago to buy and read 1000 Kindle books! So far I've bought a little over 500 books and I've read 90% of them.
I'm a veracious reader, ever since I dropped out of high school ironically. I used to never read when I was in school.
The cool thing about me is that when I read a book, I only remember 1% of what I've read, and the other 99% goes into some black hole in the back of my brain, far far away from my conscious mind and memory!
I don't remember shit I read. And that's a cool thing!!! Fuck the Left Brain!
The Right Side's the Tight Side.
When you read stuff, and it all goes down some black hole where you forget 99% of the shit you read, what has actually happened is that all that stuff drifts like sediment down into your unconscious mind, or your so called "subconscious mind."
That's where the cool thing happens.
Your Right Brain has access to all of that stuff in your unconscious mind.
The right brain works like google search, at least mind does. When I think of something like "FISH" what happens is my right brain draws up all of this information anyway related to fish that I got from the books I've read and so on.
For example, when I think of FISH, my right brain immediately draws up Oannes, the ancient Babalonian fish head god. Oannes is connected to Johannes or Saint John of the Bible. Saint John draws up the Jordan river, which draws up the Nile river, which draws up the Blue Nile [the milky way]. Oannes also makes me think of the Dogon people, which is a tribe of Africans who say they were visited by fish headed aliens from the planet Sirius, in ancient times.
Having this trick of mind or ability comes in handy when you write essays like I do, because even though you can't consciously remember 99.99% of what you have read or studied, one good key word, brings up a massive amount of sedimental data for you to use.
I think, in two years, I'll have bought 1000 books and have read them all. It's like a marathon! You just buy and read... buy and read... and you don't have to worry about remembering anything!
We probably all do at some point; so I guess I'm not the only one then.
I actually have dreams about people I am constantly around often, in situ and in internetu.
Since I've known and hung out with AK in cyberspace and emailspace, I've had a total of 2 dreams either about him or in which he had a cameo appearance.
And no: they aren't erotic dreams. They're actually pretty distressing.
Last night was the second time I ever dreamed about AK, actually, he wasn't in the dream, but the dream centered around him.
The dream took place in what looked like a big mall with many floors and stores. But this mall also doubled as an apartment complex of some sort, because there were apartment units in it.
In the dream I was checking out a very large tree. The tree nearly touched the tippy top of the ceiling of the mall.
As I was looking at the ceiling, I noticed a large crack in it. So I said to myself: "AK, you didn't do a good job with the mall. I see a crack."
I guess in the dream AK was the architect of the mall.
So I made my way close to the ceiling, which was made of something like white foam or white chalk.
Then I saw this huge ass crack that ran across the ceiling. I saw bits of the ceiling crumbling and dropping. That's when I said to myself: "Oh fuck. What a fucked up job you did AK! You're gunna kill everybody."
So I ran as fast I could to the bottom floor of the mall, towards the apartment units to fetch my significant other [Vanessa].
I knocked on Vanessa's door, and instantly screamed at her: "Nessa! Quick, the roof is falling! We need to get the fuck out!"
Vanessa had a weird look on her face. I noticed she was putting on her panties. She only had a bra on when I was screaming at her.
So I said to her: "Why were you naked?"
Then, as soon as I asked her that, I see a guy - a man!!! - walk out of her bedroom in the back. He walked into the hall and said: "Is everything all right Vanessa?"
So I'm like: "Who the fuck are you?" I pushed Vanessa out of the way, no longer caring about the roof falling, since I was angry and wanted her and everyone to die.
As I pushed Vanessa out of the way, I said: "Get the fuck out of the way. Who the fuck is he?!"
That was the dream. I woke up in the morning fucking angry as hell. It was weird. I told Vanessa the dream in bed, and I was so angry I picked a fight with Vanessa. It wasn't a serious fight. I'm still emotionally stressed out from the dream. You know like when something disturbing happens and you can't give it closure? Yeah, that feeling.
The first dream I had about AK was many months ago. Maybe 6-8 months ago.
In that first dream AK was physically in the dream.
In the dream, me and AK were skateboarding, in the country side of some kind. There was no sidewalks or cement, so I don't know how we were skateboarding, but we were.
The scenery was like empty fields, with some sand dunes, desert like environment, grass in some places, and lots of vineyards [grape vines].
In the dream AK was boarding faster than me. He was ahead of me, showing off, jumping the sand dunes.
I tried to keep up with him, and at one point I yelled out: "Shane! Wait for me! You're going to fast!"
He said back: "Keep up slow poke!"
So I followed behind AK as he went into this field of grape vines. Then I lost him. The grape vines were in rows, and the vines were tall. I couldn't see him.
I yelled out: "Shane! Asshole! Stop fucking hiding!"
I heard AK yell out: "Over here!"
So I said: "Where?"
I tried to find him in the field of grape vines, and got very lost.
The scenery changed. It was night time. I wandered into some neighborhood with lots of willow trees.
I was scared and lost, trying to find my way home. As I walked down the dark dirt road I was on, in the distance ahead of me, I see a large dog walking my way.
I'm scared of dogs, so I said: "Oh fuck, a dog." So I turned around and ran as fast as I could, leaving my skateboard behind.
I make it to some other street and I saw a man and woman walking. So I ran up to them and said: "I'm lost. can you help me? What's the name of this city?"
The man said to me: "Yeah, you look lost. This city doesn't have a name."
So I said: "What kind of city doesn't have a name? How am I suppose to google it? Fuck." I ran some more, down the dark dirt road.
As I was running - in no particular direction - I stopped, hit myself on the head with my palm, and said: "Duh! My phone. I can just call my family!" So I took my phone out: dead battery.
I kept walking from street to street in that scary neighborhood of willow trees until I made it out into some main street with a plaza of businesses. I felt hella relieved to be out of that dark willow city.
The plaza had lights. There were cars in the street. In the plaza was a pizza shop. I was hungry so I figured I'd buy some pizza. But next door to the pizza shop was this weird new age shop that sold crystals and jewelry. And I was like: "Gasp... jewelry!" So I went inside the new age shop and looked around for a while.
I asked the shop owner what city we were in. The lady in the shop said: "Moreno Valley." It's a city I've lived in before. So I said: "Oh... I know where I am!"
So I went to go look at the street names the plaza was at, and then went to a payphone and called someone to pick me up.
That was the whole dream. Pretty interesting dream.
Sometimes it feels lonely being the ONLY member in my family, that has an interest in Occult related subject matters/topics (even though I'm not that much of a "people person").
This documentary was my inspiration.
Jim Morrison was not a good poet. His lyrics are childlike and full of their own apparent depth, but the music is both blues driven and psychedelic. And Jim's public persona, plus a society of "agist" 50's children identified with this 20 something pushing boundaries. He rattled the over 30 Leave It To Beaver sensibilities.
This must be the reason why his absolute lack of lyrical prowess was overlooked. Unlike Paul McCartney, he didnt need George Harrison and John Lennon to write all the good shit. He just had to get trashed and pull his cock out.
Yet if you questioned his fans they give you a glowing soliloquy about the absolute depth of his poetic genius before the great musicians like Krieger and Mansarek that accompanied his vocals. I do not agree. I understand some people have that opinion, but sex, depravity, and iconoclasm sold Jim Morrison, who sold the doors.
Without his persona no one would have cared about what Jefferson Airplane did better, and did with a supremely talented singer that could actually incorporate some contextual metaphor.
To make this more in depth than trashing Jim Morrison almost 50 years after his death, I will now say this is a great illustration of the nature of societies when they "act as one".
Without the iconoclasm of the hippies responding to half their graduating dying would his behavior gained cult of personality status? An example is Rodney King. A complete and total shady fucking crackhead that struck a chord of discontent. His GLARING deficiencies are overlooked to elevate him to god-like status, of course for "unity". All one needs to do is capture a vibe with minimal proficiency.
I think Jim highlights the rather mindless following nature of society best summed up by the statement: "If you get a few people screaming the rest will follow."
Never saw a picture of Ray Manzerak shirtless in a Jesus Christ pose...