technicians of space ship earth, this is your captain speaking, your captain is dead!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
surfing each morning this week, waves are perfect, lots of speed, beautiful shapes, my mind getting clearer and i seem to be shedding some excess fat, which is a very good thing, thoughts assemble themselves in a stream of conciousness way, climaxing in my solar plexus as i radiate a bright yellow glow in the wave, i am blinding to look at, brighter than the life guards yellow vests, brighter than the sun, i feel the energy in my spirit and i transmit it to those i meet, girls smile my way, i notice heads turning, i seem to be attracting a lot of attension, i wish i could attract that cute french girl i been waiting for but in the meantime lets see what comes up.
two days off and i am enjoying the space, the peace, the love, tonight i'm seeing steve and marty play at the sandringham hotel, i burnt steve a couple of bowie cds, buddha of suburbia and the unreleased version of outside.
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