Sunday, November 15, 2020

 word vomit

starter  imagination

i walked on Cutting Horse yesterday eve and thought i want to make a book named Word Botching . i thought of a cover with a guy holding his hands like binoculars and a bird flying out of each eye , like song birds, robins or so. 

i saw vultures on the light lamps on the old bridge into downtown and thought of my love of birds, for birds.

i like flying flighted birds. i like penguins more than ostriches

bird by byrd by anne lamott


starter pokemon ,  racoon , possum ,  i forgot the third , i saw a photo of the 3 together on facebook. rural america . American South

i also thought of a book by me called My Memories ,  Memoirs

my life by bill clinton

i thought of posting to facebook: memory is crazy ,  electrical chemical reactions in our brains / bodies ,  neurons or synaspes store info. Something triggers an impulse, images enter our mind, feelings in our bodies, sort of almost maybe What really happened and how. What we felt and thought, words emotions. I don't know. This is impossible to understand fully. Seems that we exist not only in the present moment


.com


our selves spread though all our imaginations and memories and

all the energy, space and time we influence and connect with


innovate  itself


" Stacy Abrams "  in a low pitch voice, like slow motion, starts a mostly intrumental song, mostly a short funky catchy simple lovely bass melody , long bending string notes, light drums


When  I  was queen of the island


if you are a name ,  then you just woke up


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