||[Jul. 6th, 2003|06:59 pm]
|[||In the Moment
|||||Mind Music Plays Enjoy The Silence by Depeche Mode.||]|
Crime hits the crimeless War Bunker.
Mom's begonias, two potted plants' worth on the front porch, have been thefted.
I thought something was missing when I looked for them yesterday, and come to think of it, I didn't see them there on the 4th. Come to think of it, they may not have been there on the 3rd, either.
I didn't know they were begonias; Mom is the green thumbed-person.
I am like Dr. Watson, a bit ponderous of it, however, if it was a car that was missing, I would be alarmed, so my mind fingertips still touch reality, and situationality still holds.
I awake from afternoon slumber. If I was Jack Handy, and I was thinking about Mexicans, this would be how I'd live as a Mexican. Sleep through the hot day, Enjoy the night.
I'd be this way if I was Japanese, Nordic, Liberian, Democrat, Brazilian, or from Anaheim, California.
Maybe if I was from Kansas, I would rise with regular precision around dawn, however, I am none of the above, not to my knowledge.
However, I'd share something in common with all but the Kansanite.
Moving along, I should wash myself and call a friend to see an independent film. It would be good to see one. Hopefully, the house will be here when I return.
Forever yours, Mr. Magas.