Lady Thought, Vision King

And now… I breathe.

Westlake is now a place of nostalgia and daiso.

The Hispanic workers in the apartment next door are blasting Latin music and singing along, and hitting each other and laughing.

And it’s sunny!

Just finished Neon Genesis Evangelion.

Finished, ha.

What does it mean if our identities are definitely determined by interactions with others? That we are all mirrors?

Long lethargic sleepy feel shitty but hopefully improve day.

Why leave a cancelled class on Chaucer when you can just watch Lady GaGa videos and discuss jouissance ad performative gender?

RIP, Ms. McQueen.

What does Divine Pure Youth feel and look like? It feels, uniquely, authentic in every expressive move it makes. It feels passionate about life and seeks creative avenues, filled with fun and flair. An excitement of an eternal, youthful existence floods over the heart, as a feeling of sure truth. It looks like a social butterfly that can relate to every age of any person, or living creature on earth. It is peppy, active, robust, and creative.

It looks bright, energetic, and even tempered. This fanciful energy loves color and playful apparel. Accessorizing is artful and fun. There is a charisma and very attractive aura surrounding those in touch with this nature. There brews an enthusiasm that may trigger the forgetful to feel jealousy and envy, kind of like Hook did. This could draw an unpleasant experience that simply is there to alert the youthful spirits to be sensitive and compassionate to those with less memory.

Actually, the world looks to the youth for hope, joy, and a reminder of this Heavenly nature. Without youth, we would all just stagnate in a pool of ridged and barren sludge, like poor Peter fell prey to.

We can start to reclaim this wonderful gift that We already have. It is Ours and was never taken from us. We just need to remember, practice, and experience it.

You are Pure Youth! Let Divine Pure Youth be cherished and preserved!

I feel trapped in a nasty space here in my apartment. I don’t know what to do. I feel all things pressing in strongly and as though nothing I attempt will be worth it. I can enjoy nothing fully at the moment.

This is so slanted toward my negative moments. I have fewer and fewer postiive moments. Did I once have more? am I fooling myself?

What does it take to think and live positively?

Fabulous retreat!!!!!! Derri-don’t even

but sometimes, I’m just fucking ready to explode into a ball of fashion glitter party raver love bomb kissy fun.

I used to love the word lovebomb. I thought I was clever.

Faire work party / alone

I don’t appreciate narcissism. Or, at the very least, its existence on an obvious, apparent level is uncomfortable to me.