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THIS MAN IS OUR ONLY HOPE.
I'M GOING TO DIE. ITS 7.55 AM. THIS MAN IS THE LAST HOPE WE HAVE. GO TO HIS WEBSITE AND WAKE UP.Ā
This could be my last post...
The evidence I have collected that Obama is a reptilian
Maybe Im not the only one that's awake?
The Fascinators Are Here! AWAKE!
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What an amazing painting. I wonder if the artist can see what I see?
The world is not what it seems, you need to awake.
scared.
I just got home from Nelson Ray's comeback show.
I feel weird, Iām edgy and hazy at the same time. My mind is a smog of blurred images and loud voices. I absorb things momentarily and feel impulses later but the source is out of sight. My jaw is droopy, my eyelids flutter and my posture resembles that of my lost grandfather. My memory is failing. I am tired all the time, I feel half in slumber; half entranced by a niggling murmur I can hear in the back of my mind. My limbs feel light and airy and my pulse is lethargic and barely there under the layers of skin on my neck.Ā But perhaps I am simply sad rather than under some kind of spell.Ā
At Nelson Ray's comeback show! SO EXCITED!
Found this in my pocket from the other night.Ā Iāve decided go to this event and speak to Nelson Ray. The haziness has passed and I feel clear and alert. Iām sure he has changed me somehow ā I donāt know how, but I want him to do more, go further. I want to be free from my melancholy. Perhaps he can help me to patch things up with Lily. So far she has barred my calls and says she needs time and space to figure out what she wants. She said I need the same. Iām not sure this time has really done anything but confirm what I already knew. I love her. I now feel bright enough to tell her this, to really prove it to her. I think I need to ask Nelson though, he seems to be skilled in helping people solve the things that niggle away. I did a bit of research on him and recognised him instantly. He looked different in real life but Iām still surprised I didnāt recognise him. Nelson Ray, the great, great hypnotist who did a disappearing act not long after his fame began. He was the confidante of Oprah and one stage, and is said to have cured people of many addictions and ailments. Tonight is his come back show and hopefully, it will be mine to.
'Awake!' Promo #1 (by Awakedoco)
This is awesome, really cool that there's a doco being made about him!
Went to Blinkerās tonight, as always. I was halfway through my pint and was toying with a coaster, trying to get it to pirouette like a spinning top. I couldnāt get it to stay upright for longer than a few seconds, and Blinky was looking at me with a sympathetic grin. āThingās āll look up mateā he told me as he pointed to a sign above his head. āWork eight hours, play eight hours, sleep eight hoursā. I sighed. Thatās all I was doing. By the time I looked back to commiserate with Blinker, a stranger had appeared next to me. I nodded my acknowledgment and went back to spinning my coaster. āYouāll put yourself in a trance doing thatā. I laughed. ābelieve me mate, sometimes I think I already amā. The man stiffened for a moment and I wondered if I had touched a nerve. He looked around furtively as if someone was watching. Blinkerās was almost always close to empty, and I wondered what he was looking around for. āI used to be in that trade you knowā¦before. Wellā¦just beforeā. I frowned at him. āyeahā¦rightā. Honestly, I was intrigued. Iād never met anyone like this man before. He was mysterious and different. He didnāt talk constantly about what a wonderful world we lived in, or how our government was the greatest in the world. āCome along to my show he said, I think itās about time we both woke upā. He scribbled his number on a folded up flyer and handed to me. Without another word he got up and left. And as always, I was alone again, sitting at the Blinkerās waiting for something to happen.Ā
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Weirdness.
Wow, it looks so....changeable
I wonder.
I am really tired tonight, can't even be bothered to walk down to Blinker's for some company and a glass of wine. Shocking day again. They seem to be getting worse and worse. Perhaps it's just me. I feel like I'm totally trapped in this routine. EAT. SLEEP. WORK. REPEAT.
Maybe it's always been like this and now i'm moreĀ consciousĀ of it because of my despondency and isolation. Without Lily maybe life is less colourful. Perhaps i'm noticing more of the bad stuff mixed in with the good.Ā
I don't even know that I miss her, or miss our life. Either way, finding myself isn't turning out to be very much fun.
Night.