I have nothing to say. But I'm going to say it anyway. Brass buttons are things that are shiny and go on blazers not suits. Suits have other things that go on them. Like pinstripes, but they can go on the wall too. I heard about a guy who hand pinstriped all of the walls in his house. That sounds really tedious, but he probably enjoyed it. I can't think of any other reason to do that. Maybe he just needed some practice pin striping. I don't really know. I've been feeling sort of out of it today. Like sometimes I'm not really sure if I'm still existing in this world or not. Sometimes everything just starts to seem so distant. Like noises get quieter and everything gets dimmer and I can't feel things as well. I'm not really sure what it is, but I'm going to assume that
it means I'm beginning to transcend out of this plane of existence. That seems to be the only reasonable conclusion to me. I think that what I've been feeling is referred to by some as a spiritual moment, but it hasn't been very spiritual to me. Its just like yeah ok, so I left my body, big deal. Its not that great. It happens all the time. I don't see why people make such a big fuss about out of body experiences. They really aren't all that amazing. I've had quite a few in my short time in this body and none of them have really made me think 'Oh God! I have to believe in God now.' Its more just like 'Oh thats me, cool.' Once I saw myself running and it sort of scared me because I'm bad with angles and I was afraid I might trip going around the turn in the track since I had no more control over my actions and was just an observer. But really I don't see what the big deal is. Well I'm done ranting about that. Wow I wrote a lot more than I thought I had. My mind just sort of dazed off there and now there's a whole bunch of words. Not really sure what they're about. I wasn't paying any attention to my thoughts, I was just sort of writing about pinstripes then I was watching myself type, but there was only one time. That's not the best way to describe it but I don't really know how else to. I was sort of watching myself for just an instant, then all of the sudden there were all these words and I don't know where they came from. What the hell is going on?
Thoughts I've had, poems I've written and anything else I think might be interesting.
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You'll figure stuff out Robin. I hope all is well.
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