driving along, listening to 'white magick' what amazing sounds, amazing music, amazing words, prepare to be amazed, rolling down the window i drink in the day, it's stinks of garbage trucks, other peoples' junk and strong perfume, ah well, this is the garden of earthly delights. pan and i head down to the dog park, we chase a frisbee for a while but neither of us have our hearts on the job. all i can think about is my appointment with the white witch on saturday. mmm, intuitively i know this has been coming a long time, she has been there waiting for me to appear, i think i may have found a mentor here, i hope i can learn something new from her, she comes highly recommended and i'm growing accustomed to the idea of my teachers being women who are self realised, instead of men who diminish themselves with power and control. the whole game is now power and control. it's a savage humanity that preys upon itself.
i noticed i am being scolded and judged by some one, he writes with good intention but his execution is clumsy and inaccurate, he is angry at me, when there is no need to be. i am used to this, it happens a lot, people like to point me out to others, oh that's captain mission, he's some sort of drug user and anarchist punk, he worships baal and sacrifices children to drink their blood, yeah suckers, that's me, like you even know me.
ha! some people love ya some hate ya, what ya gonna do?
me i love every one, except that fucking prick who stuck the knife in, it's hard to forgive something as mean spirited and cowardly as that, although i will. in time.
anyways, chopping water, carrying wood, i have a house to clean and some papers to move, i'm sure i have a date with a cake shop somewhere to.