21.11.02 - 10:15 pm
life is comfortable and comforting.
noah is asleep on the couch. the last fading guest from the stint of omegans that came through in a displaced clump of time. making me wonder where i was, and what my life is. now just noah, who seems to be able to wake up from a deep slumber and utter something coherent and honest, then fall right back to sleep: are you awake or asleep or somewhere in between? well, i'm gonna be in between, but it's nice to open my eyes and see you there.
eve's room is blue lights and we lay under them talking, somehow like speaking to myself and not. we are all such a unit, our parts and pieces add up to what we are as a whole and i am very sure that it's a unique combination never before seen. i really feel that each person in this house is very important, equal, and that we were dropped into this life and situation for some reason. what it is remains to be seen.
i feel clear and settled.
my birthday was so good. peter saved me with new turntables. megan made vegan cakes. eve made me a necklace to match my hair. egg made me into an artist, again. she keeps doing that.
we listened to the flaming lips and i took apart a lot of turntables and put them together again. many colored lights adorn our world.
(i'm elly and
this is diaryland)
(linky tradie: darkness.cairine.org, eatshit, joanna, joeaverage, jim, drew, suicidegirls.com, oof, bobby, chaya, swinney.org, trouble, xep, coleen, joyrider, stoo, domini, zum online, qq, others later)