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Monday, December 20, 2010

Bloomington bound, Oct. 28 2010

Zooming down the highway on a bus, top deck, high, happy, aware, and alive. Life is happening to me and all around me. The sky is cloudy and light blue and gray. The sun tries to poke through but rarely does but probably doesn't mind and enjoys the time off, we all do. Only half the trees whizzing through my periphery have leaves; brilliant yellows, blazing oranges, dull greens, and lazy reds too busy dying to glow fire red. The rest are crunchy dirty brown on the ground, returning and giving back to the Earth from whence they came.

How elegant leaves are to have the dignity to look and be so beautiful and contribute to their mother whilst they are dying. If only us humans would take heed of the leaves and gracefully fall from the tree of life. But alas, most of us die ugly and selfishly in boxes of expensive price and dull taste at elaborate ceremonies designed to be sad.

How boring!

If I can help it I will not subject myself (for I sometimes fantasize about watching my own funeral if at all possible) and others to the drabness of mourning but to the vibrations and light of celebration. Celebrate life. Celebrate death. Celebrate nothing. Celebrate everything.

Corn fields barren save for the bottoms of the cornstalks; the corn freshly harvested under harvest moon, which has just passed, and farmers' hearts in the crisp autumn air. A shame that most of it is unhealthy mutant corn, fit for neither cow, chicken, or human, yet consumed by all. This whole genetically modified food bit may be better saved for another time. However, advancing into my studies I will try to do right, as always, and battle the mutant corn, the fields of monsters of sustenance, and the greed from whence they sprouted.

Halloween is lurking, creeping right around the corner which may explain the analogies. The kernels of mutant corn hide out in semi trailers around the world, plotting their entry into our homes; jelly, soda, yogurt, the mutants are everywhere. Why is there corn syrup in my grape jelly? I just want the grapes. Bastards.

What a marvelous fall day however. I love the fall. Give me a pumpkin, give me zen. I love the cool air and believe it loves me as well.

O' Fall crisp and cool
To love you not
Such would be a fool

O' Fall showing off your colors
Enlighten us to see
In everything life's wonders

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