11.18.2012
How does one
prepare for the final party? On April 23
2009, I had the going away party which turned into other worldy. And I planned it unknowing it would become
other worldy. This time around I don’t
have a clue to where I’m going. The
children are talking about it as if they understand. I tell them it’s all good. Doomsday my ass, the end of the beginning is
nothing but good news. Remove Hollywood
from your head now!! Unless of course that was the intention. Like a thief in the night. Not even God knows the time and yet spirits
do? How many senses does a spirit
have? And we know they can see the
future. And we know they can be so
misleading like wolves in sheep’s clothing, a malevolent spirit calls himself
Job, possesses, synchronizes and misleads.
That’s fucking awesome, dude. A
prominent shaman you once were, a noble among the Toccarians. Celtic blood pulling this kind of crap on
me. Dude. I will have no issues with tossing you out if
all this comes to naught.
Another
bloody orange morning. Rooms one and two
are empty, we wait for five and four.
Suraksha is supposed to be in Pokhara to have this skin tag removed from
her eye. I will, it was, has been decided,
going with her. Mar Celo and Laxman and
I.
8:08pm
Marcello and I left the hospital, patches over the kid's eyes and now in the waining moments of the day, there really isn't much to say back on the mountain.
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