The Beatles @ MindSay 
john lennon
*Sorry... took 'em off to make another playlist... sorry!
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Another day at my favorite Starbucks, another day with the possibility of a storm, another cup of coffee as I sit and watch all that is going on around me. Funny though that today the coffee does not taste particularly good, maybe it has to do with fact that I had real coffee recently and my taste buds are rebelling against the imperfect brew that I am now consuming - it is drinkable, and yet there is something lacking that I just cannot put into words, a certain something that is just beyond the grasp of my conscience, something I know that I just cannot describe...
Maybe it is the weather that is upsetting the balance that I usually have with a cup of white chocolate mocha. The storm is coming though it has no arrived, and I await its entry into my reality. I just wish it was here so that the moon ad the stars would align with my mouth, and I shall again experience a joy that I could never place into words, an orgasm of my senses that borders upon a religious experience - rain, lightening, Starbucks, being surrounded by the masses and yet being utterly alone with my thoughts and my typing. It is so near and yet it may as well be a million miles from nowhere...
And so I sit not fully enjoying this day staring upon a rack of umbrellas that I wish I could hand out to all those coming and going so that they won't get wet. And yet I cannot for the skies have not opened up and the Heaven's have not poured upon the masses as they enter and exit, and the thunder has not roared to life, and the lightening has not painted streaks across the darkened clouds. The umbrellas shall remain unopened huddled safely within their rack, and the coffee that remains within my cup will not taste exactly like I wish it to taste, and the people will slowly stroll across the parking lot for the time has not yet arrived - it is near, but not near enough for my liking...
And I have a feeling that to time will not arrive before I must move onto my next station on my journey. My day is just out of synch with the way that I wish it to be. And that just about sums up my day, nothing is wrong and yet nothing is quite right either. I feel as if I was a stranger in a strange land, and yet, I am exactly where I should be at this moment. There is a familiarity that is strange about the way today has been. Maybe, just maybe, the world is revolving a bit quicker today or maybe I am traveling through space a bit slower than usual. In either case there is something in toady that has gone awry and I do not have it within my powers to make it right, I cannot fix that which is not broken, but rather just has its timing wrong...
So I sit and wonder about this synchronization problem while the people file by like some invisible conveyor belt to have the coffee on this day. I also wonder about the people who will bring a pile of books - five to ten at a time - though they will only glance at one or possibly two before leaving to continue their day. I also wonder about the regulars who occupy the same seats time after time that I am here, reading away, and yet never buying a thing. I also wonder if there is anyone else in here that is as out of synch today as I find myself to be, is there anyone else who is not quite right with the world? And I wonder...
And I wonder about the words that come off my fingers as I sit here wondering about things, I wonder if any of them will be read by anyone else on this planet. And if the words are read, will these people be able to relate to all that is written or will they too be as out of synch with my message as I am with typing it? I wonder if the storm will hit and bring life to this lifeless rambling that I find myself in the midst of. I wonder on all this and nothing as I wonder on the things that I have mentioned though nothing seems quite right though it is as it should be...
And still the rains have not fallen and the coffee is not tasting better and I still find that I do not seem right with the universe though I still wonder about it all, and I cannot make it right, I cannot change the course that this day has taken, I cannot get off this ride, I cannot make it stop, and I cannot stop thinking about it, I cannot make it go away, I cannot hide from the Truth as it unfolds before my eyes, I cannot bury myself in the sand to emerge with a different outlook on the world. This is the way of today and I must accept that fact and deal with it the best I can for it is what it is and so shall it be. My day has been Karmalized in a bad sort of groove, and all I can do is wait until my soul is smiled upon once again...
And such as it is, as it was, as it ever shall be until I type again...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
He introduced himself and his brother as Timothy and Charles Winslow. After introductions were made, he chained the tree to the back of his truck and slowly moved the trees off of Linda, while Charles and Sadie checked out her leg. It was broken in two places and bleeding profusely. Linda looked away, while Penny took out their belongings from the over-turned Bus and loaded up the back of the truck. Sadie took blankets, Timothy came back, and took off his over shirt and ripped it up to create a make-shift bandage for the leg. As a splint, They took off a long branch from one of the trees and tied the branch over the leg using the "bandage." Charles rearranged the stuff that Penny had loaded in the back of the truck to make a bed for Linda to sit on, while Timothy picked up Linda, as gently as he could and sat her on the bed. Sadie sat in the back with Linda, while Penny climbed into the passenger side of the truck. Timothy sat next to Sadie and tossed the keys to his younger brother, Charles, who opened the driver's door and got in, slamming the door behind him.
On the way to the farm, Charles took it easy so as not to jar Linda and her leg. Timothy, Linda and Sadie were trading life stories of the adventures that they had. Now that Sadie saw him up close he looked way older than college age. In fact, he was 31. When he was 18, he left home and went to Colorado to become a cowboy at a ranch up near Greeley; he then came to Nebraska, where his grandmother lived and worked on the farm, after his grandfather died. His father was a World War One veteran and wanted his oldest brother, Paul, to fight in World War Two when it came time for America to fight. Tim was only eight, when Pearl Harbor got hit, and Charles was only a baby. When that happened Paul felt that he was called to join the Army. He was killed in battle. Charles and their younger sister, Mary, eventually left home to join Timothy on the farm. Mary was in between Sadie and Penny age-wise, being 17 and Charles was 20. Their parents wrote to them often and were actually planning on buying the patch of land not far from their grandparents' farm and move next door to them.
Sadie and Penny were sisters who's mother died of cancer two years ago. Their father left them with their cousins who didn't want them. Sadie was 18 and Penny was 15. Their best friend, Linda, and Sadie had been planning on leaving Cincinnati for a long time. Linda lived with her older brother who got married and had a family of his own. So when Penny and Sadie had a fight with their brat of a cousin, Cynthia, who was the same age as Sadie, that triggered their desperate plan to leave. Sadie told Timothy that they were headed towards Denver to see the premiere of Help! and maybe head on towards California. When they were done, Sadie looked over at the farm that was by now getting bigger and bigger.
I may go into Chapter Two....depends.
Well, anywho. More's coming...believe me.
~*Another Day in the Life of Rebekah*~*316*~
Waiting for a sleepy feeling.
Please don't spoil my day, I'm miles away...
What are the deep dark secrets that are locked safely away in the souls of man? What is behind the hidden doors? What things are vampiresque that when exposed to the sunlight will instantly turn to dust? What are the fears, the past transgression, the dreams that only are known by the creator or the Creator?
I often find myself wondering what lies beneath the surface of what I perceive. And I wonder about whether these are products of my upbringing, genetics, heredity or unseen forces that cause me to be who I am. For instance, why do I have an interest in mechanical devices and machinery? If I told you that aircraft (especially World War II aircraft) or steam engines or lathes fascinated me, would you be surprised? Would you even care? If I told you that I love tinkering with computers, would it matter? I know that it probably does not matter to most, but it does to me if only because I wish to know what the underlying cause of this is...
And I do not have the answers, and I may never have the answers that will satisfy my curiosity...
But this fascination with mechanical devices goes beyond what most will consider for it reaches the entire way to the brain itself and what makes it tick and what processes will lead one to think, act, react the way that they do. What switches must be thrown for someone to do this or that? What gears must be engaged to trigger a specific line of thought? What additives must be added to the fuel that fires the creative process?
There are so many things that I do not understand that I wish to. And I suppose that is what makes me human. And I suppose this is how I express my humanity...
I wonder if the fascination with the mechanics of life lead me to volunteer my computer so that cures could be found to improve the running of this machinery. I had never thought about looking at what I do in that light before. If I am but a small cog in the vast machinery of life, I alone cannot make an impact, but as a functioning element of the whole I can contribute a small part in finding the solutions to the problems that arise from being human. In total I have donated nearly five years of effort into search for the answers, and nearly two years being a small part of the World Community Grid. I am but a small cog in the vast machinery of this planet, but I am a moving part and I will continue to do so for as long as I am moving...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
Hey Jude Lyrics
This is my all time favourite song.
~*Another Day in the Life of Rebekah*~*316*~
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