Saturday March 9 2013

Screenshot from And The Sea Shall Give Up Its Dead (Iron Man series 1994).[i]

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A meeting has been set up with an angelic spirit; maybe it’s a séance. I observe an average man communicate with this angelic entity. He’s asking questions and the angel spirit replies in a purposeful sinister tone even though what he is saying is harmless and with compassion. It’s a very strange persona. I keep listening...

“Does my meeting meet your greeting?” the angel asks in a creepy voice...

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I’m with Darren and Leslie. We find ourselves in quite a debacle. While exploring underneath pieces of a shipwreck on the ocean floor I notice an army of zombies floating up near the surface. We don’t know how they got there. Of course, we’re not just gonna swim on up there and commit suicide. But none of us have oxygen masks on and we’re gonna need oxygen asap. Someone comes up with the idea of hiding under a pink blanket when we swim up to the top to join the floating flesh-consuming creatures. Just play dead and don’t make a noise. It seems to work. The zombies don’t notice our presence. But I can feel their fierce breathing and growls right next to us, sometimes their ghastly bodies brushing against ours. But we’re safe underneath this blanket. The current takes us further and further up stream eventually dropping us over a waterfall about 50 feet. We swim frantically and stay together. Then, a waterspout forms. On a raft now. We hang on for deer life. I feel a tug at my arm and we’ve all woken up from sleep. It was all just a dream. We step into a party atmosphere. I can’t stop talking about the dream we just had. I’m amazed at how all three of us were able to dream the same dream.

Me: “I can’t believe we just did that. I didn’t think it was even possible!”

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Waking up for real at 10:55 a.m.

Banana. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Strawberry Greek Yogurt.

Peanut Butter English Muffin. Goldfish Crackers. Honey Green Tea.

Once the dinner clock strikes it’s non-stop deliveries for me. I maintain an efficiency that feels unstoppable. I’m a purple hazy flash rushing back and forth down Laskin, down Great Neck, and down the boulevard. And the tips are generous. These are the workdays I live for. Profitable and challenging.


Delivering an order in the Emerald Point neighborhood. While the father takes the receipt inside to sign his little boy says hi to me. He holds up an inflatable globe.

Me: “Oo. Cool. That’s a globe.”

Boy: “It’s the earth, right?”

Me: “Yes.”

Boy: “Where are we?”

Me: “I don’t know. Find us.”

He points to China and asks, “Where’s this?”

Me: “That’s China.”

Boy: “And this?”

Me: “Mongolia.”

I could imagine being this little boy and holding in my hands the whole world, attempting to wrap my mind around how vast the earth is. Being in his shoes it would seem overwhelming to grasp just how many countries and cultures there are. It still is even in my shoes.

Cadbury Egg.

Finally off work at 10:30 p.m.

Vegetable Egg Fried Rice.

Fortune cookie says, “Feeding a cow with roses does not get extra appreciation.”

Watching The Prophecy (1995).

Thomas Daggett: “Did you ever notice how in the Bible, when ever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?”

Hot Chocolate.

At the storage unit practicing songs.

Sleep 4:30 a.m. (technically, but mentally I’m still at 3:30 because of daylight savings)

[i] Screenshot from And The Sea Shall Give Up Its Dead (Iron Man series 1994).

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