glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wireless net experience messing with my lap top at JP's coffee house downtown Holland Before coming to JP's I stopped at the Full Circle music store to look around and to talk to Steve. Steve was playing the new Yeah Yeah Yeah's CD when I came into the shop. I was not in the mood to buy any more music tonight. So here I sit on a bar stool trying to type something that makes sense. I was hoping this fresh mocha would make me feel alive and ready to write something worth remembering when I am dead and gone. When I left our house Josiah was doing his wash and Beth left to wander around Target department store. Carol I was told was going to sleep till it was time for her to get up and go to work. So here I sit wired and wasted waiting for the muse to zap me. I did bring a book with me tonight "Dr. Sax" by Jack Kerouac. Kerouac and a mocha seem to go together after working all week for a killing. Downtown Holland is busy with people seeking excitement or just getting out of their house for the evening. Holland has a lot of old people. I want to be far out when I am old. I want to be a crazy hermit when I am old. A seeker of God to the end of my days is my desire or let's be more correct my prayer to the Lord. I did not bring a Good Book with me. Why did I leave the Word of God at home this evening? Well I will see if this entry will post. I posted and now I am back for some more boring mutterings At work I was really working like a dog and feeling feverish so I did not write down any notes to myself. At lunch break I wrote in my diary and read. I do not talk to anyone at work these days since I am not a talker. I am a writer. Words come out so fragmented and hollow. Plus at work no one really cares to know me deeply or even spiritually. People I work with mainly also do not speak English. It is 7:55 PM I could close down and walk up the street to Reader's World and look around. I really have to many books right now to read or torment me. I keep thinking about transcendence. I want to experience transcendence. That is for me love making not looking at a full moon on a March winter night. I am not making sense. I am too tired and sick to make logic. Well I will close to feel sick and wired plus wasted. 8:24 p.m. - 2006-03-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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