16 days to go

I like big social events unless it’s a large gathering of hockey fans I’ll just get the fuck outta that potential rioting childish mob tantrum . I was out having a smoke tonight after self imposed slavery of the day that is self employment i like this lower mainland/island habitat it’s pretty much a great way to meat every culture possible they all seam to come hear it’s oddly calming to out and learn about other cultures. i have to wounder after today if walking slow is the secret to better thinking i have no clue. if i think back to  an earlier time the best walk i ever have had are in slow motion like the winter the power went out for four days i hadn’t chopped any wood(which was odd because I love the skill involved in calculated axe swinging, because each successful swing means you get to keep your legs) so thee house was very chilled but still not dieable(it’s this new word in which your environment will kill you with out intervention, trust me 😉 . so it was the middle of the night and i was fucking manic as shit on a small island snowed in it was the middle of the first night the blizzard hit. I put on my thinking really hard boots which is rare in these parts because it almost never snows and my thinking really hard boots are also my deep snow boots. the moon was full and so off i went. it was great all the trees where super heavy with snow it was like you where inland and the waves from the ocean sounded right and the sky was clear also a rare event at night. and your mind starts to race. but then the stars start to dance as time seems to slow finally i felt normal there was enough of that one second to last another two life times but it was like someone was out there looking at the same dancing stars as if for that moment the entire universe was calling out your name threw one person as if that mythical allegory of soul mates was true and not just a manual on falling in love a how to for un creative types. you dismiss the dancing stars as a Ufo conferences on your mental health forget it ever happened and some time later you see the bigger message in the picture. but i also remember the  500 or so other thoughts on that walk and i’ll save them for another time because i think i need another walk

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Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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