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On to SOC Vol. 4

YNYS: Driving, I’m driving. Oh yes, it’s magical. Oh yes, I can see the moon. Oh, I am alone. Oh, forever. Omens. War. All dead bodies, all your bodies. God, I am alone. God, forever. God, look at me. Say they aren’t dying. God, forever. God is dancing and this planet is shaking. DON'T YOU DENY IT!

GLDN74: Once again, I start the countdown...
Tickets - Check
Earplugs - Check
Money - Check
Wife - Ginger
Giraffe - Evil
Vectra - Fuelled and ready.

All the components seem to be in place, but there's something missing, something that used to feel good, that used to give me a buzz. The vision of the past is still cloudy, I think I remember it...hold on...4 guys on top of a London bus...nah...doesn't make sense.

I guess I played the mp3 to destruction. Have I already given away my power to a cynical man? And an equally cynical team? We'll just have to wait and see.... Sheffield will decide for me.

Govinda: Get back is what I said one day.
Get back is what I said I'll do.
Get back is what I say today.
Get back, because I have missed you.
Even life was so static.
Even day was so dark.
Even songs sounded dramatic.
Even the sun could not smile,
but here I am again,
trying to change it all,
and here I am, I'm back,
trying to fix at home.
I gave my life some dancing.
I gave my day some bright light.
I gave my songs romancing.
I gave the sun my smile,
and here I am again,
eyes wide open to life,
and here I am, I'm back,
giving my world some shine.

YNYS: We are going now; we're coming back. Salma ya salama. Praise to Allah. All that matters.

Hey, I keep drinking coffee and I keep kneeling to pray. One gives me holy light; the other startles me awake. It's like I'm dreaming, then somebody talks, but I can't keep my eyes open. Last night, I washed my face, put my hands on the edge of the sink, and looked myself in the face. My pupils didn't dilate for the longest time. There's this whole world outside my bathroom door. Problems and trouble, and so much, God! SO much jealousy! And then poof, it's all gone! Uhhh, why am I staring at my bathroom mirror and laughing? The door opens. Well, now what? Go to bed, you've got work tomorrow.

I found this today in the Upanishads: "the person in the eye, he who walks as in sleep, he who is sound asleep, and he who is above the sleeper; the fourth is greater than all". I guess I'm the one who walks as in sleep?

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