Defered Maintenance

Odd Thing, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Coasting Down from an ostensibly objective perspective.

Where to start, the hardest part. Defered Maintenace forms in my mind in bold print. I'm having a hard time seeing beyond it.

Piled high these things not done. I scale the pile of what to do's and take a gander at the higher perspective and see what all this defered maintenace is part of. At this vantage I see the Big Idea in relation to the things Not Done in relation to It and I do have to pause to appreciate the process of the gig I have that has me. Things, projects, endeavors, relationships all intertwined and in need of maintenance. Feed the puppies so they grow into big dogs not so in need of the constant nurturing necesary in the early stages of development.

"There are two kinds of people in this world: Those that suffer from a lack of life, and thise that suffer from an over abundance of life." -old dude in a bar : Waking Life

I'm understanding this quote better now.

Wakikng Life lied to Me

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Note: I CAN adjust lighting levels in my dream.



I was shooting a movie. I was on the beach trying to get people to participate. I wanted to shoot a scene where there was a long line of people walking into the ocean. The idea was that they were following the dolphins lead: as the story goes, the dolphins were land mamals long ago, that decided to return to the sea.

I woke up and was looking in the fridge for something to eat, I was putting something togeather, and put it all in a tupperware container. then, a moment later, I opened up the container and there was a graesy mexican dish, and the puppy was in there. He was all greasy. I started to wash him in the sink. There were people around, people like I grew up with, disconnected dogmatic religeous types. I started asking them who put my puppy in the tupperware. They acted like I was freaking out over nothing. I thought to myself that I might be dreaming, so I tried to flick the lights on and off. They worked. So I was bummed that this was really hapening.

I found myself in a vehicle driving down the road as a passenger with a few others. I saw a little boy on a motorcycle collide head on with a car, and he went flying. No one else saw what I saw, and no one else stopped. I told the driver to pull over and ran back to investigate. I ran into a building that was where the road had been prviously and there was a big haired lady talking with someone. The others were talking to her about the boy, and it was hers appearantly. They all seemed relieved that he died in an accident. I ran past them to the boy, who was lying face down. He was tiny, maybe eight inches long, pale, amd naked like an alien. No one seemed to care. I thought that they might be right, that he was better off dead, but I couldn't help feel compassion for this little thing. I didn't know what to do.

I found myself in a vehicle again talking with an older woman. She looked at me and asked me a question. When I answered my eyes began to well up. She pushed furthur with more questions and the tears began to flow. She told me I was suffering from a lack of love, human contact. Everyone around was so inulated in themselves. As was I. Alone with all these people. The tears just flowed.

So, I was dreaming...Or am I?

DarkMambo

DarkMambo, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Greetings...

Ok

The Malcomitas (sp?) are slated for the next show on the 19th. For the sake of the audience I will ask them not to ask me to dance during their performance. Thank me now, or thank me later...

Stay Tuned...