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My mind is existing out of my time today.

As I played a slight game of flirting chase the girl told me she had to leave at 1pm to go perform in the Olympics, it was 1:23pm. An hour ahead for what she was thinking. She assured me that she was not trying to steal information from me, but I assured her that I knew she had already stolen my information and I didn’t really care.


Later I was packing for France. While climbing about on a compactable bunk bed I was practicing my French like the verb descendre. When I made it down to the floor as the bunk bed fell apart the ‘mother figure’ was packing her accordion. It had its own seafoam green case that reached up to about my waist. Quite the large accordion. We compared accordions and I told her of my plan of having mine as my carry on. The room was all seafoam green and white with an overly strong feel of a British nursery, à la Mary Poppins.


Amongst all this I was trying to find my drawings of grotesque arm, hand, and eye beasts on black and white tile. Made from quick movements of the mind and not planned out, but later made detailed. Old Sega Genesis style concept art.


All this was fueled by an afternoon nap after eating some nice French cheese with sunflower basil crackers, drinking some vin de Cahors, and watching a few of the first episodes of TOS on a beautifully grey day.

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