May 22, 2004

  • I was totally crazed-up in the shower by thoughts this morning.  Thoughts leading deeper into desire and yearning and setting my heart ablaze.  But the stage wasn’t set and the curtain hadn’t risen.  So I made a decision to get out instead and to sublimate my craze by scissoring my legs and pounding my feet around a circuit composed of immense natural beauty and graves.


     



    ~gull of the hill~


     


    I just ran 7 miles, making a total of 28 for the week.   I could run more, but frankly, I’ve better things to do.  Like dream-write-intoxicate-float.   Or read-getlost-photograph-amaze.  Or even freakout-improvise-invent-emblog.  Could opt for fast-uncoverearth-rebirth-celebrate.  Or maybe even consider bemuse-takeground-inspire-conquer.  Seems like whatever’s going to happen will involve quadrangle-energy.  Triangular befuddlements simply haven’t a chance.


     


    Update --  SuSu was right: decision, decision.  But a windstorm seized the scape of navigable terrain fantastically and seduced me to loll in Dreamland even longer than I initially envisioned.  Then hours later (after stream-dreaming in the sun), I ran again: larger than 10 miles for the day (that's one huge sublimation), larger than 30 for the week.  And the windstorm is even now still ripping assholes where it pleases.

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