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kingtycoonA fairytale, or really more of a legend I used to tell had to do with a Giant Robin as big as a man that could be found in the forest, and if you found him it'd be eternally springtime. Also, if I had 3 Genii wishes they would be for eternal springtime and then I'd save the others in case someone else had a competing Genii wish. If I was superman I'd move the earth so it was always springtime.
When you can't be sure if it was the little birds or the sunrise that wakes you - that's the time for me. Now, I know it's warm and bucolic enough that you might say - Well No! Kingtycoon, it's obviously summer! People are getting out of school etc... And I'm all: "No. They days are getting longer - obey the sun jerkass!"
Actually and in fact, I kept noticing the unseasonability of the weather this year and was thinking - maybe it's a problem of following the solar calendar? Maybe on a lunar scale this would be july? I've made up a couple of calendrical systems but I don't understand celestial motion very well. On the bright side - hardly anyone does.
Shall I get down to it? What's been happening? It's been a fine weekend, and though I don't have a whole lot to do during the workweek save look for work - I wait for everyone else to have a weekend so I can join them, band together for the Good Time.
This is the image of Wind. Which covers over everything and smooths down the offending elements, that blows down the leaves of grass and makes the verdant carpet.
School was ending in 20xx and the children had set up their banners and prayer flags. They'd marked it all with their handprints to show their unique contribution to the massed movement of the educational process. We understood that, and so did they, a feeling went through everyone, all is well, an ending has been earned.
Afterward we couldn't find Young Agatha's silk screened image, and left believing the rain had obscured it.
Afterward we had supper together and ice-cream, great quantities of cinnamon ice cream in fact. And then she went to stay the night with her grandparents. I went to drink the liquors of the Asia among the learned men and women of Cleveland.
This is the image of Fire, promethean. Among the Strom-Jensens and our Host Andrew we charred the flesh of beasts and vegetables. And learned the names of antique spirits flavored of fig and anise and burned wine.
The fire calls us together, brings us all home to one another, it is the essence of the hearth and is totemic of consumption. We consumed the Arak and the Soju and the whiskeys of Japan (personal favorite so far as whiskeys go anymore). We are called together by the fire.
In the morning my daughter was brought back to me. After Melchior and I watched Cloverfield. We had our time together, a time of gentlemen to watch the science fiction and plan our next characters. All's benign in that organization. Agatha came back and we were out in the grass, to twine together the gathered sticks and make new emblems -
The things of the earth and the soil, the fairy's playground. And digging down find the secret bunny of the yard and find the under-the-rocks pill bugs and the worms that need putting back in the grass. A day passed in peace under the sky and in the house and cool shade.
Sunday we went among our friends at the beach.
A long walk through the city - and I have to say - In the winter there is gloom and deadly hurt, a kind of shroud falls on everything and steals away the charm. In the heat of the late spring it all seems so much more civilized and true. We stopped at the ice-cream stand and won a free ice-cream by our superior charms and goodly natures -
And maybe only one guy in a million noticed that the Rootbeer Float advertisement had Cherry Pop Tart. I am that guy.
I said: Here at last is the sea - and we walked through forests to find it. We, I say, but she rode the long way there on her camel-backed father and I told her the story of the Fairies some more, the fourth magic word finally revealed as well as the disposition of the girl fairies, who had been heretofore - obscure.
And here is the image of the Sea, which is the water, which is the mingling of everything else, which consumes the land and leaves the sand, which douses the flame and leaves the char, which drinks the air which bubbles up in foam. The Hermetic cycle thus completed but who would think or say that these are things in balance or interplay - no the Sea is the Thing.
And at the beach they're all there -
The deep well dug
And the temple erected
The fortifications plotted.
B had this idea of the beach every sunday - it was, anyway, my inaugural visit, but for cheap and correct the beach is hard to beat. I'm eager enough for more I tell you. Good and Correct - we all left smiling to go and have milkshakes and falafel. Dear T - who all weekend gave me friendly rides and friendly conversation was good enough to stop a moment for the drop off as kiddo went to her mother among hugs and handshakes and I was glad about everything in my life just then. Smiles all around, goodwill and the balancing of humors into the beatified state. The shining path you know.
When you can't be sure if it was the little birds or the sunrise that wakes you - that's the time for me. Now, I know it's warm and bucolic enough that you might say - Well No! Kingtycoon, it's obviously summer! People are getting out of school etc... And I'm all: "No. They days are getting longer - obey the sun jerkass!"
Actually and in fact, I kept noticing the unseasonability of the weather this year and was thinking - maybe it's a problem of following the solar calendar? Maybe on a lunar scale this would be july? I've made up a couple of calendrical systems but I don't understand celestial motion very well. On the bright side - hardly anyone does.
Shall I get down to it? What's been happening? It's been a fine weekend, and though I don't have a whole lot to do during the workweek save look for work - I wait for everyone else to have a weekend so I can join them, band together for the Good Time.
This is the image of Wind. Which covers over everything and smooths down the offending elements, that blows down the leaves of grass and makes the verdant carpet.
School was ending in 20xx and the children had set up their banners and prayer flags. They'd marked it all with their handprints to show their unique contribution to the massed movement of the educational process. We understood that, and so did they, a feeling went through everyone, all is well, an ending has been earned.
Afterward we couldn't find Young Agatha's silk screened image, and left believing the rain had obscured it.
Afterward we had supper together and ice-cream, great quantities of cinnamon ice cream in fact. And then she went to stay the night with her grandparents. I went to drink the liquors of the Asia among the learned men and women of Cleveland.
This is the image of Fire, promethean. Among the Strom-Jensens and our Host Andrew we charred the flesh of beasts and vegetables. And learned the names of antique spirits flavored of fig and anise and burned wine. The fire calls us together, brings us all home to one another, it is the essence of the hearth and is totemic of consumption. We consumed the Arak and the Soju and the whiskeys of Japan (personal favorite so far as whiskeys go anymore). We are called together by the fire.In the morning my daughter was brought back to me. After Melchior and I watched Cloverfield. We had our time together, a time of gentlemen to watch the science fiction and plan our next characters. All's benign in that organization. Agatha came back and we were out in the grass, to twine together the gathered sticks and make new emblems -
The things of the earth and the soil, the fairy's playground. And digging down find the secret bunny of the yard and find the under-the-rocks pill bugs and the worms that need putting back in the grass. A day passed in peace under the sky and in the house and cool shade. Sunday we went among our friends at the beach.
A long walk through the city - and I have to say - In the winter there is gloom and deadly hurt, a kind of shroud falls on everything and steals away the charm. In the heat of the late spring it all seems so much more civilized and true. We stopped at the ice-cream stand and won a free ice-cream by our superior charms and goodly natures -
And maybe only one guy in a million noticed that the Rootbeer Float advertisement had Cherry Pop Tart. I am that guy. I said: Here at last is the sea - and we walked through forests to find it. We, I say, but she rode the long way there on her camel-backed father and I told her the story of the Fairies some more, the fourth magic word finally revealed as well as the disposition of the girl fairies, who had been heretofore - obscure. And here is the image of the Sea, which is the water, which is the mingling of everything else, which consumes the land and leaves the sand, which douses the flame and leaves the char, which drinks the air which bubbles up in foam. The Hermetic cycle thus completed but who would think or say that these are things in balance or interplay - no the Sea is the Thing. And at the beach they're all there -
The deep well dug And the temple erected The fortifications plotted.B had this idea of the beach every sunday - it was, anyway, my inaugural visit, but for cheap and correct the beach is hard to beat. I'm eager enough for more I tell you. Good and Correct - we all left smiling to go and have milkshakes and falafel. Dear T - who all weekend gave me friendly rides and friendly conversation was good enough to stop a moment for the drop off as kiddo went to her mother among hugs and handshakes and I was glad about everything in my life just then. Smiles all around, goodwill and the balancing of humors into the beatified state. The shining path you know.
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Date: 2011-06-06 05:20 pm (UTC)I have been sprinting then walking then sprinting every morning for an hour these days and it, too, is good and correct.
and the sea. the wind. the fire. the rock. like it.
Like a subgenius' penis
Date: 2011-06-08 07:45 pm (UTC)Ha! Two!