It's 1:30 AM. I just came in from outside where it's warm, and rainin'. I got drenched, but I was still in only cut-offs (and skivvies), so it was no big deal. I shed all, stood under the shower for a moment, dried off, and got into fresh clothes.
39 days to a transition of era day, 51 days to take-off, unless of course World War Three takes off this Friday, in which case we may leave a little sooner.
There's a day of rage at Wallstreet, and it seems people are finally hittin' critical mass as far as wakin' up goes, if they haven't already. Even Mullethead is startin' to have a slightly better opinion of the human race, and I never thought I'd see the day.
I laugh at (so much of) the police force. (After all, there are some good ones out there. They ain't all psycho, brain-dead cowards with issues.) They can't seem to realise they are expendible tools used by the powers that think they are just like the common grunt soldier. They can't seem to see they are a force to keep the world in the darkness, either. . .YET.
Wait until you come to my true realm, ya bleemin' neep noddles!
I see justice crawlin' toward the finish line. Nice. Too bad it has to be so damn bloody!
The light of the tunnel seems to be about a centimetre in diameter. (No, it's NOT spelled 'diametre'. Perimeter is perimeter, and when you talk about instruments as opposed to lengths, it is also; 'meter'.)
Ya know, I'm so ecstatic right now I wanna go for a run. I'll have to do it in the street, but hey! It's kind of neat to run on a warm, rainy night. The sun's not out to fry my pale skin, so I guess I'll get into another pair of shorts, tube socks, and my runnin' shoes. I don't run in the street, barefoot. I'll do it on the dirt road in back, and the grass, but. . . I also want shoes at night. If I don't have a clear handle on what I may step on, I want protection.
Adiós!
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