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February 11th, 2003

Anus ex machina

Bad night last night. Full-on anxiety attack that lasted for almost ten hours. I finally got to sleep at noon. Woke up at 4:00, still very whacked.

Someone forwarded this link to me:

Patriot act II. Pay particular attention to section 312.

Feb. 11th, 2003

Love them little mousies
mousies what I love to eat
bite they little heads off
nibble on they tiny feet

There's a downside to everything.

New take on war protests: http://www.masturbateforpeace.com/

The middle ground between light and shadow. A phrase that comes from the Twilight Zone. I feel like that today. Like somehow I'm slipping in between phases of reality. Like today, I erased all the old messages on the answering machine, and ten minutes later they were back. Or not being able to find one W-2 when I had placed them both together. Little things. Reality shifts. Easily explained by cognitive dissonance, or faulty memory, or weird freaks of electronics.

But I know they're real.

We live in a universe of an infinite number of realities, each only a tiny bit different than one next to it. With a sufficient enough energy, you can slip from one into the next like an electron being forced into a higher orbit around a nucleus.

But only one of you can exist in that reality at a time, so you get bumped to the next one. Happens all the time, really. When you lose your car keys, only to find them in the pocket of some jacket you haven't worn in weeks. Or you're looking for your car in the parking lot, and you are surprised to find that it's blue, but then you remember it's always been blue.

You're not supposed to remember when it happens.

But I do.


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