remains of the day
29 March 2006 19:59![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thirteenrocksThe sun continues to rise every day, even though our eyes may not be able to see it.
Each night the moon continues to rise, like it did yesterday, the day before that, since King Tut took the throne.
What remains, is the day. The remains of the day.
I feel in love with the city. Went for a walk on a sunny day, grabed a cup of coffee and watched the workers in suits take control of cube city. The homeless waking up, or sleeping, the pile of scientology fliers building up in the muni sation, steps from where they were dealt out.
Remains of the day.
Spent the day with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tattoedartgirl, which proved to be more of a therpy session, double sided. It was a dealing of the true colors, where we have been, experiences we both have had, regrets, and artistic endevors. Definately the way to spend the day.. in the conversation with a good friend, strangers at first, a person who opened up her home, hospitality, and life, to view what the west coast living is all about... and her knowledge of the city was invaluable in my travels. a local point of view is far more interesting and enriching than any guide book-rick steaves has no idea.
Asthe night wore on, time was fading. Picked up the luggage after heartfelt good journeys, specialy to the crowd at the hostel, specially to Barbe, and got the car out of hock.
Drove the the ocean, for a look, and to the airport of discontent.
Apparently the FFA doesn't care about lighters, or bag checks anymore. For none have been done on this traveler in years. However they are sure checking out flamming homosexuals from blowing up planes. apparently one can not "prance" through the metal detector. "THERE IS NO PRANCING HERE" the gaurd told me... therefore I had to walk through again.
Airports are vast areas of people watching. Those on lap-tops those on cell phones. Honestly, I don't care what is gong on in your life if you are in that need to talk about the airport, smoking, your mothers surgery, or recent vacation plans with your wifes sisters daughter, please do it where I can't here you. Frankly, I don't care. There is better things to do than YAK on a phone in a public place. Expecially to the closet case heading to south africa... yes brother I am talking to you, get off the phone with the girlfriend, grow some pubic hair and get down on your banna rublician knees and suck dick honney. OOPS did I say that?
I did get early at the airport. Time to sleep, time to eat, time to get on a plane with others heading for MSP.
Although I slept, it wasn't until the shuttle ride, that it took over. MSP was cold. I had prepared for that. On the shuttle, 4 minutes out of the airport, it went black. I had to be awoken up at the next stop at the journey. The house was cold, and the day continued. Before the great crash at 1:00 p.m.
It was, indeed a magnificant experience... what was left, of the remains of the day.
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Each night the moon continues to rise, like it did yesterday, the day before that, since King Tut took the throne.
What remains, is the day. The remains of the day.
I feel in love with the city. Went for a walk on a sunny day, grabed a cup of coffee and watched the workers in suits take control of cube city. The homeless waking up, or sleeping, the pile of scientology fliers building up in the muni sation, steps from where they were dealt out.
Remains of the day.
Spent the day with
tattoedartgirl, which proved to be more of a therpy session, double sided. It was a dealing of the true colors, where we have been, experiences we both have had, regrets, and artistic endevors. Definately the way to spend the day.. in the conversation with a good friend, strangers at first, a person who opened up her home, hospitality, and life, to view what the west coast living is all about... and her knowledge of the city was invaluable in my travels. a local point of view is far more interesting and enriching than any guide book-rick steaves has no idea.Asthe night wore on, time was fading. Picked up the luggage after heartfelt good journeys, specialy to the crowd at the hostel, specially to Barbe, and got the car out of hock.
Drove the the ocean, for a look, and to the airport of discontent.
Apparently the FFA doesn't care about lighters, or bag checks anymore. For none have been done on this traveler in years. However they are sure checking out flamming homosexuals from blowing up planes. apparently one can not "prance" through the metal detector. "THERE IS NO PRANCING HERE" the gaurd told me... therefore I had to walk through again.
Airports are vast areas of people watching. Those on lap-tops those on cell phones. Honestly, I don't care what is gong on in your life if you are in that need to talk about the airport, smoking, your mothers surgery, or recent vacation plans with your wifes sisters daughter, please do it where I can't here you. Frankly, I don't care. There is better things to do than YAK on a phone in a public place. Expecially to the closet case heading to south africa... yes brother I am talking to you, get off the phone with the girlfriend, grow some pubic hair and get down on your banna rublician knees and suck dick honney. OOPS did I say that?
I did get early at the airport. Time to sleep, time to eat, time to get on a plane with others heading for MSP.
Although I slept, it wasn't until the shuttle ride, that it took over. MSP was cold. I had prepared for that. On the shuttle, 4 minutes out of the airport, it went black. I had to be awoken up at the next stop at the journey. The house was cold, and the day continued. Before the great crash at 1:00 p.m.
It was, indeed a magnificant experience... what was left, of the remains of the day.
Love my new icon? Its from
nolavampiregirl. LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU! A lego nurse-is so me!