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2003-04-22 - 2:08 p.m.: redhot hot hot

i think we've all got to stop killing time.

what does it mean to kill time? well.. i think it means ignoring it. walking on top of it instead of wading through it. failing to interact with it, deciding not to give life to it. i don't know. i do know. it's what we do when we start looking at time as the distance between events instead of the infinite possibilities branching off from the lines and curves that we project onto our futures as "paths."

if you have a few minutes to kill...a few hours...stop and think. don't kill. be nice. play with them. pet them. listen to them purr. they might reward you, they might fly away. either way, you're better off than you were before, and you can sleep sweetly knowing that no universal court can hold you accountable for the murder of moments.

plus, you can exploorrrrrrrrrrre...

and that's not even the beginning. just try it. i did...and it REALLY WORKED. problem is, i think, you have to practice a lot before you get to the point where you can do it all the [time]. it takes a lot of discipline because minds love to jump. i think it's what meditation prepares you for, if you do it right. project your mind in between the folds, the wrinkles (wrinkles in time?) like you're making love to a thick, warm, infinitely deep piece of silk. 'cause you are. and you're infinitely huge. yeah you. make it sing. it will love you.

once you master that, try chik patties with redhot. mmmmmmmmmmmm.