once upon a time i dreamt i was a butterfly fluttering hither and thither to all intents and purposes of a butterfly i was conscious only of following my fancies as a butterfly and was unconscious of my individuality as a man suddenly i awoke and there i lay myself again now i do not know whether i was then a man dreaming i was a butterfly or whether i am now a butterfly dreaming i am a man
provoked by the curious but silent audience, the sailors began to jeer at the chinese. at a signal from an older sailor, the men unbuttoned thier bell-bottomed trousers and urinated down the steps. fifty feet below them, the chinese watched without comments as the arcs opf urine formed a foaming stream that ran down to the street. when it reached the pavement the chinese stepped back, thier faces expressionless. jim glanced at the people around him, the clerks and coolies and peasant women, well aware of that they were thinking. one day china would punish the rest of the world and take a frightening revenge.
i was hanging out with several friends when i realized i was dreaming. my friends didn’t believe me. i commanded a mountain to rise from the ground but they were unimpressed, “yeah, whatever.” i jumped out the window of a high rise, and they ignored me, “hey look!” finally i took off flying and enjoyed the rest of my dream in Africa.
I found this while going through a Journal at Goodwill over the past summer. I have been going through all my collections. This one really makes me sad. Poor Girl. I’ll translate it for those of you that cant read four year old language.
Bos Cep Owt
Mi friend
Micshelle
Did in a car rec
I mis hr
she wuss mi best
friend evr in the
world if
i crd hav oun
mor chens too
paly with hr
i wrd be hapy
Boys Keep Out. My friend Michelle died in a car wreck. I miss her. She was my best friend ever in the world. If I could have one more chance to play with her I would be happy.
Poor Girl.
Budda Dum Baaaaah Dum
Hey Now Its The Sun…And It Makes Me Smile All Around
Or It Could Be The Vicodin
Budda Dum Baaaaah Dum
This isn’t one of those down internet tests you put on your myspace or something…this is the real shit.
I- Introversion
People who prefer Introversion tend to focus on the inner world of ideas and impressions
N- Intuition
People who prefer Intuition tend to focus on the future, with a view towards patterns and possibilities
F- Feeling
People who prefer Feeling tend to base thier decision primarily on values and on subjective evaluation of person-centered concerns.
P- Perceiving
People who prefer Perceiving tned to like a flexible and spontaneous approach to life and prefer to keep their options open.
INFP
Idealistic, loyal to thier values and to people who are important to them. Want an external life that is congruent with their values. Curious, quick to see possibilities, can be catalysts for implementing ideas. Seek to understand people and to help them fulfill their potential. Adaptable, flexible, and accepting unless a value is threatened.
Cool.
Me muero por salir contigo…
So this Christmas thing.
I think we are missing the presence of something…not the presents, but the presence…of Jesus. The holy lord in the name of something.
Thats it. Im blogging.
I forgot how crazy my family is. But entertaining.
The Christmas tree fell over. Family crisis. Nuff said.
On Christmas Day we are doing personality tests.
I’m going on a trip today. Nuff said.
Home is wierd.
Not that I am asking for sympathy, but the “transition” is a little tuffer than i thought. Mentally.
Mas fuerte de lo que pensaba.
Well this will be my last diary entry from beaner land.
Today Jill changed my life.
(Weed smell in the street)
Ben: Smells like weed
Mel: Yea, does smell like weed
Mom: Hmm….smells like grass
Ok Mexicans….bye!
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