Why are seashells in the pyramids
and other questions without marks
What to connect
there are dots here here are dots . .. … …. ….. …. … .. .
The desire to browse my brain like a database. Hover over some amorphous search bar and be taken to intimate self-novelty, statistics. Like…how many times have I laughed (earnest…), cried (boring), bled (ok?), said, “OH I LOVE THIS.” My life as one big collected set of data. There must be patterns I can learn from,, knowing my self at every age, impossible. But imagine. what would you do about it
Play the lottery every few weeks. The machine at the end of the grocery store checkout digs below the surface of my mind CASH CASH CASH, WIN WIN WIN, MORE MORE MORE, scratch it holding a paycheck, buy the person with a ‘help’ sign food..next week, there’s so much of everything and yet.
Gasped at the last lines of every story from Anaïs Nin’s “Under the Glass Bell.”
Yes it’s strange that two books I’ve read in a row are named with glass bell/bell jar 0_o and it’s also strange I had run-ins with the last 2 people I licked in the same day after writing a story about running into someone you went on a date with
That’s just thin time, baby!!!!!!!
I CATCH MY HAND REACHING FOR MY PHONE AND STOP IT AND TYPE THIS SENTENCE.
“You Wanted a Hit” is playing and I remember.
A rippling scene in my vision, wafting, projected on the wall behind my computer. Me, last year, on the roof of a coworking building, turf under my shoes, oh I love this and
Memory lives parallel to the present moment, translucent slices of outer and inner worlds. Scenes, feelings, senses suspended between light waves…What a strange experience to trace. First, there are my feet on the roof, and then I can zoom out and be above my self, observing a body, my…..body. Third person memory. Involuntary search bar activation meeeehhhhhhhhh
Is this myopia
solipsism
navel gazing NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE
BAD BAD GOOD WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW GOOD (*)_(*)
I’m going to make a character, I promise, I’m going to make someone up who doesn’t resemble me, who is the opposite of me.
—Fallacy: even this opposite will exist in relation to self.
OH we’RE GETTING INtellECTUAL NOW
EVERYTHING IS AN EXPANSION OF A SINGLE CELL
At the Philosophical Research Society (PRS) library, they make you leave your bag at the front table and you can’t check out any books. You are in the space to be in the space, transported, reading reading reading reading words that will maybe stick in you so you’ll maybe make something or change ok.
I took a big book to sit with me, 3 feet long and 2 feet wide. The librarian has to correct my reading and give me a stand because of course the book needs a stand to PROTECT THE INTEGRITY OF THE SPINE
Manly P. Hall (PRS founder) on the “ancient Egyptian” pyramids in his MANLY P. BIG BOOK, “The Secret Teachings of All Ages”:
Manly says there’s no evidence the pyramids were built by ancient Egyptians
Manly says none of their hieroglyphs or usual burial ornamentation are in the pyramids
Manly says the base of the structure has sea shells baked in it
Manly says this means the pyramids were made before a flood that washed the real builders’ city away
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\ Do I know more about what I do believe or what I don’t believe ////////
From another book at PRS:
“Psychic qualities and reactions are to be found in all animals […] One might also regard atoms, on account of their powers of attraction and repulsion, as possessed of a soul.” (Rainer Wilmann)
Strange that I named a character Rain in that short story “Gummy” and one week later that author is Rainer and then …. … .. . .. … …. it stopped raining .
You Wanted a Hit - LCD Soundsystem
i'm really liking the format
This is good