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Finished off Dangerous Lives of Alter Boys last night. The movie tripped me out; the book... ~rakes hair back from face, *exhales*~ Yeah. Always better than the movie. Always.
...~wistful, thoughtful smile~ Not so much the *things* *themselves* as what the things *mean* to me. That's what I collect. And books like that...reading through, I got these brief flashes that... I wasn't the only one who collected that way. So, when we're sharing the *things* that we collect around, it's not so much the *things* (ready to make it a drinking game yet?) that we're wanting the other person to experience, although they're part of it. It's the meanings. You throw the meanings out there and you hope to all the gods that the other person catches them. Because in catching your meaning from your material object, they're also catching a part of you.
heh... "catch falling star and put it in your pocket/ save it for a rainy day..." (~snort and grin~ "I can't fuckin' find my fuckin' coat! ~stops short, surprised~ Oh!")
Yeah. 'S been one of those days all day. Rainy and grey and good sleeping weather, but...like my favorite angora sweater anyway. Comfortable.
Life is good.
Hectic.
Frustrating.
Terrifying sometimes.
But good.
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In other news, I'm pleased to welcome one Viola_blues to the fold. Here's to strangers not staying strange...or if they *must* stay strange, here's to becoming accustomed to them. ~wink, grin~
G'night, all.
Peace be on you.
...~wistful, thoughtful smile~ Not so much the *things* *themselves* as what the things *mean* to me. That's what I collect. And books like that...reading through, I got these brief flashes that... I wasn't the only one who collected that way. So, when we're sharing the *things* that we collect around, it's not so much the *things* (ready to make it a drinking game yet?) that we're wanting the other person to experience, although they're part of it. It's the meanings. You throw the meanings out there and you hope to all the gods that the other person catches them. Because in catching your meaning from your material object, they're also catching a part of you.
heh... "catch falling star and put it in your pocket/ save it for a rainy day..." (~snort and grin~ "I can't fuckin' find my fuckin' coat! ~stops short, surprised~ Oh!")
Yeah. 'S been one of those days all day. Rainy and grey and good sleeping weather, but...like my favorite angora sweater anyway. Comfortable.
Life is good.
Hectic.
Frustrating.
Terrifying sometimes.
But good.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In other news, I'm pleased to welcome one Viola_blues to the fold. Here's to strangers not staying strange...or if they *must* stay strange, here's to becoming accustomed to them. ~wink, grin~
G'night, all.
Peace be on you.
