A Light Shining Deep Inside

Having just posted about two wonderful people now gone, I find a note on my desk about another.

The light shining deep inside me, is from interaction with the stars. Each soul that touches me fuels another flicker to share.

Not sure you can understand what I mean, but I just wanted you to know that nothing in life is ever wasted.

Dreams dreams dreams

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These last dreams were incredibly clear and some bizarre.
Morgostas was in the dream. And his lads. And his bike.

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The next series of dreams I had featured me demonstrating my ability to levitate.
This proved to be an unfortunate judgement lapse as the people around me panicked like sheep, and firmly put me in the *them* category.

"Nonsense", I said. "There is nothing supernatural about this, it is merely a matter of will.

Dream me has incredible control of flying.

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Whee! I'm Flying!

The Beach Playlist (for the chick fliers)

-- before you go a clickin on the links be advised that after posting this almost every buggery link was removed due to copyright violations - bleh --
Still a great list to fly to.

"Ready to Go" Republika

"Si Senor the Hairy Grill" Yello

"Hawaii" Young Canadians

"The Temple of Love" Sister's of Mercy

"This Town aint Big Enough for Both of us" Sparks

" The Prisoner" DOA (see me in the crowd there? I'm there)

"Kashmir" Led Zepplin

"We are all Made of Stars" Moby

"Broken Face" the Pixies

"Bela Lugosi's Dead" Bauhaus

" Saved" Swans

"Alice" Cocteau Twins

"Strict Machine" Goldfrappe


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yeah yeah old but still the coolest.
by far m'dears, by far!

Bela Lugosi's Dead

It used to be ghetto blasters then it was Walkman and Diskmans and now--- it' iPods!

So possibly I might do the New Year's Day fly... yes yes I know it is amazing to contemplate that!
I almost am excited by the prospect. Slack fliers or none, I still love the stunt ballet.

This means I should check to see if my lines are mouldy. I havenèt used them in 5 years.
Okay, 3 years but still that is a long long time.
Look around-- there are ALOT of fly-surfers now. Even here they come up in their neoprene suits and try the beach off the chi-chi avenues.

When I flew on Long Beach and had my music on a tape the judges asked for a preview.
I donèt know why they asked me when noone else had to give a sample.
I remember myself as very respectable except of course at the time I had a headful of black and blue brilliant blue hair. In braids that shot up straight. It was very effective and I thought beautiful. I did get some negative feedback on the beach.

The song I flew my routine was: "Si Senor the Hairy Grill' by Yello.
It was a spunky little number.
I had leather and lace but it was very modest.
The Judges confiscated my tape. :(
It was considered " A slap in the face to serious fliers"
haha I have the last laugh. Now the girls in that category have fake breasts and fly to stupid things while they pretend to be artistes.

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I am listening to a playlist on my iPod and other people wanted to hear it.
The verdict:

"Oh my God you are an old Goth."

No not a Goth but perhaps a few gothish tendancies.
I did have a chainmail bra and I did wear 40's heels (black of course) to the club which of course was the "Love Affair" on hmm was is Drake and Seymour? Yes I think it was.
I was too pop for the Goths.
Too goth for the punks.
Too punk for the folkies.
Too folkie for the popsters.

etc etc
Never cared except to be amused.
Now I am going to let loose my TUNZ on the beach.

I think.
Maybe.
Perhaps.

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