billyfivecrows

Statistically, women in general show fewer cases of colorblindness. Is this due the dullness of the male senses; an atrophy genetically rendered because of generation after generation of mundane lives of heavy lifting and constant hunting, while women gussied up the cave to excite the eyes of babes and self?

Or...is it because women are more sensitive to the subtle, invisible body, which is naturally more luminous. There was a time when, being more in tune with worlds of higher vibrational frequency where light and color are primary, our physical bodies were more aligned with this possibility, shining as flesh, certainly, but more succinctly from within...touching and co-inciding this "higher self" of a cocentric "heaven".

That explains cosmetics; make-up. It's an attempt to revitalize this connection experientially, not merely to decorate and attract a mate.

It's less like the red of a baboon's ass, than a dulled-reflective attempt at mirroring and reconfiguring our resonant, coincidental nature as a being also in a world where the pebbles on a beach are new-raw gems, shining.


This place, tarnish and all, is still pretty good.

***

Boxes and boxes and more boxes in the new place. I feel like I'm squatting in the backroom of a thrift store.

I need some sleep. I'm tired, but I'm not sleepy.

Strange feeling, like being hot and cold at the same time; like wearing too many clothes on a very sunny winter day.

***

SG Atlanta gathering was tonight. Too much going on to make it this time. Guess I'm still not "in".

Ah well.

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What would "black bleach" do?

Darken, when things are too light.


***

It's bedtime. Time to pull down the shades on my brain.


I love to smoke.

So here goes.


I hope I dream tonight.



I hope you do, too.


piece...

rain.