Storytime

[monkeyparts]

This is the story of how we begin to remember... This is the story of How The Sun Hid From The Nighttime. [The Sun went to the forest and asked 'will you hide me here?' and the forest refused, saying 'there is no room between my many branches.' Then it went to the mountains and asked 'will you hide me here?' and the mountains refused, saying '

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[walkoutnotes]

and this is why i enjoy you.

whenever i'm worried that nobody else will ever appreciate the rusty sunsets or something else written off as trite every damn day, i look to you, and you make the mundane into the living, breathing, fantastic thing that it truely is.

[monkeyparts]

- This universe is great. All of it- every last gods damned stick and rock and oil refinery in this wonderful-strange existence we're (I'm, anyway) aware of. I mean, cripes, you look out the window, or you go outside and look back in the window at the inside, and you're covered in this fuzzy coat of photons as old as forever, breathing the same atmosphere the dinosaurs breathed, and the thoughts you're thinking are fresh and new and infinitely in the present and nowhere else. Fucking A! It never gets old.

[no_moonshine_no]

...and in observing a thing we change it intrinsically, putting the final responsibility for the contents of our experiential reality square in our own hands. Every passing observation or moment of reflection presses us ever onward through a dark passageway. We may not know where we are going, but it's still our fault if we smack our face into a wall. Of an infinate branching tree of possibilty we are only ever entitled to one path, may your walls be softer then most.

Mythtakes Were Made

[monkeyparts]

"All men should strive to learn before they die, what they are running from, and to, and why."

- We don't know where we're going, we can guess at where we've been, and we imagine where we are right now. Telling a story is honestly lying about all of those things at the same time.
Sounds pretty rad. I'd love to write some lyrics, or make a companion-book to some piece of extant or emerging art.

[stevo_ownz]

In other news, I love that song.

[monkeyparts]

- Bob Dylan can write my children.

[original_broad]

hey monkeyparts! somehow you got removed from my f-list, honestly can't remember doing so. i think anyone but your fictional venustano carranza (oh joy!) will win, yes it is all a wash on who will be be president of mexico, but I am rooting for the leftist and thus could be painted as any sort of colonialist commie troll.

Anyway, I've got a lot of stories. You do too. We should tell 'em some time, I got a real humdinger about a fish with legs and a bunch of seashells.

Let's stick to that? At least for my LJ purpose - You are back on my list, am I on yours?

[monkeyparts]

- The first Mexican president to fly over the Andes will always get my vote.
I recently did an audit of my fiends list, occasioned by my noticing that there was a different number in the tens place between the 'people who I'm friends with' and 'people who are friends with me'. Both clerical errors have now been corrected; welcome back.
Stories make the world seem like it goes 'round.