Tuesday, October 30, 2007
What it be! Why is it that some things are ok to change, but some things are not? Is it our need to have some sort of constant? Is it an admission of fault? Is it a denial of things left undone? I venture out into this new land and want to roam. I want to drop all the things that I have and simply roam. With the one I call home and the monkey on my neck, I want to roam. What if I were to lose all the keys? What if I were to have no home? I have never feared what comes next like I do when I have no home. And yet, I long to roam.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
But a few things to keep in mind, you may feel lost in the fog. You will not know the voyage has begun until you create. You must first create. Once the creation has started the voyage will be obvious.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Let’s call the place for creation ‘Voyage’.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
And she has monkey legs. She howls. And hangs from hairs of my nose. So I am the keeper of keys and monkeys and mondays, but only on Tuesdays, always on Tuesdays.
Do not fear the barren and pointless land, it is all an illusion, the wizard told me so. Pumpkins keep time in the barren and pointless land. Time hear is different, sometimes long, sometimes short. Enjoy the moments hear, and come back when you can. We have time, plenty of time. We will scout every corner and look in every cave.
Watch the watchers, they do not want you to sneak away. I will wait. Better to get hear late then to have themon your trail.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I love the idea of titles, but you are right in your correctness… they are the way of the others. Maybe we have them only when we want them, they only mean something only when we want them too, they change constantly and they have to sound as pompous as those in the barren and pointless land. Oh.. and when written out… no capitals. Today I am the plutocrat of hats and cheese. Maybe you can be the keeper of the keys and monkeys and mondays.
Anyway, I find myself tied in the barren place. The numbers and facts and projections and the time stealers are holding me down. Dizzying me with useless information. I do not speak their language. I crave our land and want to talk about all the onederfull things in it and all the playfull ideas you expressed. But forgive me for I can only sneak away briefly. I will be back. And not have to look over my shoulder when I do. (I am afraid I am being followed)
I wonder, do we want titles for ourselves in our new land, or does that seem contrary to the point. I just wonder. Titles can be fun, but they can also be heavy. And I do not want this to be heavy. Besides, what purpose would they serve, after all it is only you and Eye? And titles are so typical in the Barren and Pointless Land, and we do not typical well.
My apologies if the directions were not clear, I am still working out how and why I speak. I feel as though in the Barren and Pointless Land my words are mumbled and no one hears me. Maybe because they have all lost their souls and I speak from mine. I am trying to make it clear. The last thing I want is for you to not understand, or for you to be angry or hurt. I do not know how I caused this, but I will do my best to keep it from happening again. For this error, I give you one thousand pardens. I will not keep track, so you should be in the clear. I thank you for yours and I welcome my punishment when you are in the mood. It is not judgement that I ask, just observence. Less rules and more parameters. The creation is always better when there are parameters set, at least I have always found it so.
As for your request, I just need a name, if you want more I can help you make more. But a name is all I need. I want you to have your place, I want you to have everything ready for when you find more words. But I can not help you unless you give me a name. A name for your place. A name for your new creation, for your new room. I will give you a key, I will give you ten. I want to hear what you have to say. I want you stay longer and build this world with me.
You would have liked the wizard, spoken his language I am sure. He kept turning his head from me. I did not know what to say. I hope he was a kind wizard, none the less he was a wizard and fun to see. There is rumor of more strange beings coming our way in the next few days. Keep your eye out for them and I will do the same.
I feel as though the day s carry strange time here. I am stil working it all out. And as for drawings, the disport is gone. Please put it back. There was an error. The keys were rearranged and the disport was not there when I took stock of our world. See !!System Error!!
I was stewing about being rejected… after jumping through hoops and following direction… feeling it was more trouble than it was worth… and I stopped wanting to play. I wandered aimlessless… and slipped back into that alternate place I survive in. I hate that place. It’s barren and pointless and has no soul. But I was there for a while and it made me feel so lost. I wanted to leave. I found myself daydreaming of here… wanting to come back. Maybe wander here aimless and silent, yes, silent, and spend time here thinking. Looking. I wanted to give you time. And I was angry and hurt.
But I come back to welcome arms and I breathe a sigh of relief. I feel like crying. (I do that alot). I’ll help where I can but am helpless myself. But the magic digits are now embedded in me. And I don’t believe in punishments… not here anyway. Well, that’s not true. But I’m not in the mood to punish. I don’t want that responsibility. I am not a judge. And I will not condemn. Instead, maybe there can be a free pass when I reach too far, or too fast… but I won’t even ask. Or try to strike up a deal. I leave it to you and don’t even need an answer.
I have more to say, but I am out of words. (I need to procure some more).
I wish I met your wizard.
Our new land is still a little shakey, we have to watch where we tread. Some things have been lost. I hope that you have the means to help. I had to go back. I think you have to too, but not as far. There was nothing that could be done. In our organization, we must keep things tidy, and in doing so the wrong particles were removed. Not a rule, but a guideline, only upload once, browse to confirm, browse all to see all, there is no printed page here (not yet) 72 is key, all things will be well at 72, to fit, 600 wide is a full fit, anything less is fine, bigger might cause problems. The apologies of the gate keeper for this inconvenience.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
I met a wirzard today. He was tall of hat, and purple of head. He spoke no words. I was out securing new communications for future work. We shared a carriage and left each other at different points. Why don’t they call, why don’t they look deeper. It is all the same and the same bothers me. I like it here. A world in a world in a world in a world and this is ours. Tomorow I will send a picture. Tell me how your end of our world is holding up. For tonight I turn in.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
19j. All titles to rule requests, being of good status per 19d, must end in “a cha cha cha.”