ON THE BEAUTY — Of Telepathy ;0)

Reflection from May 19th, 2012 @ Age 30

RE:  FULLLOADED ;oD

You know, it just occurred to me.  ‘Cultivating Beauty’ is going to quite frankly blow the motherfucking lid off of psychology assholes who think they know everything they’re talking about.  I don’t think much more need be said right now.  It’s pretty fun though—I’m looking forward.

It just happened to come to my attention because Dietrich was acting strange in the sense I tried to describe to Adam as “melancholically lethargic,” but then I remembered that I’m always forgetting what the hell either of those words mean—specifically anyways.  So then I got on my handy dandy iPhone (which reminds me…Eminem/research thought…elaborate next…) and started looking up all these different words, and they got to be more and more into psychologically-related words.  And so there I was, you know—sitting in the…

Ahh whatever!  But there I was saving all these silly words in my little iPhone dictionary app, just reading the definitions.  And they all got me to thinking…

As I’ve been reading in Part II of ‘Cultivating Beauty’ (November 2008, I think)—these fucking mental-health professionals don’t have a fucking clue!  Not one goddamn clue!  They have no clue what they’re talking about!  It’s craziness!  They call us crazy!  Baaahhhhahhaha!

They call us crazy—but it’s funny how they use their own “definitions.”  They don’t have a goddamn clue.  And so, some such and the other, I can’t fucking wait to blow their fucking roof off.  Ohh tra-la-la!  What fun this will be!  Hahha…

On another note…

Later

I was just thinking today, as I was waiting on this Vietnam special in HD on the History Channel—that Eminem, really, if he was just sitting around thinking, say…

Hmm…

I wonder, what some such and the other country looked like in some such year from the perspective of some such origin of people at some such stage in their lives.  Or anything at all!  He could wonder anything at all!  And honest to God, like, the next day—he could have some of the nation’s fucking top experts on whatever fucking subject he happened to fancy about…

On his fucking doorstep presenting a fucking presentation prepared just for him to satisfy whatever fucking wonder happened to cross his mind at any given time.  It just fucking blows my mind!  How lucky!

I mean, not that he would or would not ever want to do that or not!  But man!  How fucking lucky!  I hope I could be as lucky one day.  That would be like a dream come true!  To wonder whatever little thing my pretty heart desired, and have a panel of experts on my door the very next day to present all the differing viewpoints and explain all the different arguments and how they’re divergent and at the same time—how they’re still really all the same.  Wow.  Dream come true.  That would fabulous.  I can hardly fucking imagine.

Later

Ahh one thing further…

Things are falling righhhtttt into placejust, as they were meant to be.  I can’t even begin to tell you what it feels like.  You’ll just have to wait and see.

To what you’ve hidden, I shall seek.  Then I shall show, and you will see.  And this is simply the way that it’s meant to be.  Bahahhahah

This is too much silly fucking fun for me!

Later

This is gonna be amazing—what I’ve waited my entire lifetime to see.  Here I come…

Later

I don’t know…

It just seems so silly.  I can’t even write it off.  I turn on the TV and it’s the part of O Brother Where Art Thou where George Clooney sings You Are My Sunshine with his band for all the church folk (some such and the other you know).  And Bridget Jones’ Diary is on at 8pm.  It’s just so strange.  It’s just so weird.  It’s a miracle.  There’s a perfectly scientific explanation for what just happened.  Hah!  Hahahhaha!  Not a moment too soon.  All’s well that ends well.  That’s not my ring.  That’s not my ring!  Ahh but Their Eyes Were Watching God is next.  I think this is Toni Morris…

Now, love is like the sea.  Holy shit.

God, I haven’t seen this in so long.  I remember I loved it.  We’ll see what I think now.  That Halle.  This is crazy.

Later

Nope…

Someone else wrote it, but it’s Halle Berry all the same.  And she’s still from Ohio.  Morrison is too.  And she wrote a thesis some such or the other about suicide in Faulker and Woolfe.  Interesting.  So interesting also…

Is how I need to get back to work!  Go!

Later

Halle Berry.  If she’ll have me—God, Halle Berry I wanna meet.

Later

I was a proper married woman.  But still I was waitin’ for love to begin.

So good.

Can I come with you into town?

Don’t spend all day dreamin’! 

So, that’s a no? 

No!

Ohh my God Maris

Get to work!  Queries go out tomorrow!