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| Re: Robert Plant |
| 18 Feb 18 07:15:01 |
From: inetpcpete@gmail.com On Friday, February 16, 2018 at 4:11:59 PM UTC-5, Red 6Romeo wrote: > On Friday, February 16, 2018 at 2:15:37 PM UTC-5, luvprog wrote: Sorry, was going to reply earlier but I’m trying to surprise my wife when she gets back in a couple days with a new chicken coop, halfway done!! Happy wife happy life thing lol That song, ‘All the king’s horses’ so cool! I know how it feels to be disassembled in a sense. I tried to convince myself that I just imagined all of it – I even considered the idea that I could be sick. If I were crazy then at least I had an answer and I could feel my feet back on the ground once again - even if that meant that I’d be somehow broken when I came around, or Id wake up, still in some bed - just a lunatic trapped in this head. One of my favorite Feynman, quotes “The first principle is that you must not fool yourself – and you are the easiest person to fool” That meant a lot to me, he was a very knowledgeable man, he had a method, and I trusted him. I had so many doubts, mainly in myself. I’m nobody, always have been. I was a neglected kid, always struggling to keep up, so naïve and alone in my head, never prepared for what comes next. I was just getting out of foster care when I got found that DB ticket (Madison, 94 I think?). I felt like they made a mistake though - trusting me with such a thing. But I’ll be damned if I’m giving it away! I had so many questions on top of the doubts: “What did I just touch?” “Or, did it touch me?” “I wasn’t looking for it just then” “Perhaps it was the other way around, and the whole time they have been searching?” ‘They’ listen to me, “What in the fuck am I saying!” They, I, or should I say ‘it’ – “THIS SOUNDS CRAZY”- it was hard to tell, once ‘our-eyes-met’ I couldn’t see where I started and the other quit - I knew one thing for sure though – no one is going to believe any of this shit. This constant struggle to fight the drift and maintain some familiar bearing in that boat. My radio in the meantime conspiring, suddenly apart of this crazy covert campaign - the same old songs, but the meanings all changed! Suddenly everything was rearranged, like I had heard them all before for the first time again - but something was different - it’s hard to explain - it can’t be what they’re saying - “You’re only coming through in waves” he would ring - There it was again! “ SERIOUSLY, ENOUGH, THIS IS NUTS! “You can’t go down that path, if you go too far, there’s no coming back!” Desperately trying to make sense of it - while that gentle warm steady breeze pushed me back. I remember scrambling for an anchor. GOD DAMN IT PLEASE STOP! “Please” I begged – “just give me a second and let me catch my breath….” It was too much, too fast, as usual I wasn’t prepared for any of this… “What the hell just happened back there, and how did you get in my head?” “Do you know what you’re asking me to believe – will I ever experience that again – “ - “NO, this can’t be happening...” You have turned my world upside down, this isn’t a game, it’s my life, I don’t have much - please don’t be reckless with my light... I’m trusting you, I let you in - please I’m asking you- tread softly- while I try to take this all in. Back in forth in this duality, a stranger would ask “Where did you just go” but my words won’t come out right so I d quickly threw-up that mask and reach for something simple to say –Sorry, I was just thinking about something someone once said, “sorry if I strayed, I’ll try not to do it again”. :0) Ok, Back to the chicken coop with me :0) --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05 * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2) |
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