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funky sick heet stick rickin' my fig of the apple tree

I've gotten too much, there's too much to do too many lazy dreams to fulfill, the mind (nor the skin) doesn't really keep up with all the excitement and such many things to remember. Tomorrow Japan, today my new flat with new paint and new friends everywhere. My room is a mess but happily there's room, shared room, with some smiles at times, with not that much extra stuff lying around. Public space at daytime, I find it exciting, not tired of it yet. 

The body dries up and responds with a less cozy Autumn flu, there was a moment recently of being very amused by Suenne. This browser is too slow and, but life goes by too quickly to grasp, perhaps it'll stop for a while in Tokyo, I hear it is warm and that's good, I'm cold.

If there was someone I could miss. So here you go, another posting full of useless nostalgia. So here I go anticipating expectations and not really bothering being myself. Here I go, spending the night up to keep jet lag a bit less intrusive, I don't think I've experienced jet lag before anyway. And no, humankind really shouldn't fly planes these days, they just pollute too much. But the land of the strange people it will be, and well who is so strange now, and could this one time be forgiven? ("You're not alone in the plane are you!")

It seems the whole world around me is somehow in love with Japan, hype hype hype, and I feel small, just looking for small experiences, hoping to see peace in at least someone's eyes, and why go to Japan for that? And the flu is getting better day by day but is it fast enough will I see my last hours somewhere above Siberia, or will the plane even go above that Siberia?

Don't you see, the world is too full of facts, not that many things make a difference and it would ease everybody's information overload if it was more quiet, if people were less obsessed with all kinds of useless facts, egos and images. Sure I am, more than many.

So here I go, regretting people equals girls I've not had the strength to ask for coffee or whatever. So many people actually bother to be friendly, to look in the eyes and ask, how was it for you, did it go okay? And I'd like to ask them about ordinary things, but I go by, I'll be silent, I'll have an excuse to go on with the daily routines (I'd break them anyway). It really is surprising that people are often quite warm, at least those who are smart enough to realize that being cynical is the worst sickness you really can get infected with.

And then there was God. I was hoping he'd smile, and I'd believe. 

September 05, 2007 23:35 in diary

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