Echo

Sail Away by David Gray just came on in the restaurant. Now entering a magnetic zone.
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When I was young, I was known for never hunting near my home. You don’t piss in your own pool, I would say. I came to Seattle, a fertile land conducive to my magnetism, to prove that I have every capability to hunt–for lust, for love, for sport. But as I said last year, I only want what’s mine. Here, I’ve proven my willpower. This still stands. But when I go back to California…the rules will change.
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Power is when your breasts look bomb in the candlelight but you have the man staring into your eyes for hours while you taste the depths of his soul.
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Those who chase the apple of knowledge will get what they want, but in exchange they often also get bit by the serpent. It’s not about responsibility as much as luck. Few emerge unscathed.
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9 positions 8 feet out, 5 shots each position, I went 45 for 45. And 5 for 5 from free throw line. Rotation is looking killer. Is it possible I’m a better shooter because of the surgery?
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Marion Cotillard is gorgeous.

What you learn shouldn’t bring you closer to trusting what you’ve learned. It should bring you closer to trusting what you know.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;

my favorite poem.

people are always surprised by my hands.

My gut says the rental should cover 60% of the mortgage.

I did say I would perform at least once before I left Seattle. Got to prepare for May.

every time you close your eyes…

Nice! I forgot my phone and there’s no clock in this cafe. I’m out of time!

Everything I learn I use to hone my instincts. It’s like I’m whittling the world’s biggest shiv. I’m gonna poke a hole in the sky and climb right outta here.

A good way to live:

Take conscious processes, make them unconscious processes so you can work on more conscious processes.

Michael and I have an inside joke. We pretend to pick up the phone and say, “Hello? Hi Banana, how are you? I’m good. Just hanging out. WAIT A MINUTE BANANA! You can’t be calling. You don’t have fingers! How did you dial the phone?”

The other game is the Fat Throwing Game. This was a funny way we learned to cope with our mother’s insistent fussing about our weight. The game is easy. We pretend to grab big wobbly pieces of fat off each other. Then we either have a fat fight (the equivalent of an imaginary food fight), or one person holds the wobbly hunk, while the other directs him or her where to throw it. Michael always wants it thrown at our mom.

I’ve been listening to this song nonstop.

What is my totem.

She is the Princess of Disks. By birthright, Virgo Woman. The Warrior Healer, able to communicate beyond language. Father is a God and mother an entity. Carries a deep wound somewhere in all that swathed armor. Quiet bearer of great power. Sight. If she can not open herself to one person, she will pour her spirit into the ground, where it rises up around her. People are trees come to life. She has only one dream. It involves her hands. Few have seen her eyes. Few forget.

Hmm…I get the feeling that this last property is the sign post for some place else. Surprise trip. Going to SF on Tuesday.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you. April’s about to hit like a storm.

Do not sign contracts during a Mercury Retrograde, but it’s a good time for negotiations. Just remember to review everything, pay attention to details, and be very, very thorough. The good news is that if your opponent is not prepared for the skewing of the Retrograde, he will not be as aware, and therefore, will be careless. This gives you the advantage. Use this advantage wisely, but if there have been things you’ve wanted, now is the time to fight for it.

Think of the next 4 weeks this way…while the world buzzes with an electrical storm, the electric fence you’ve been wanting to climb deactivates.

Climb, my beastly friends. Climb!