Sunday, February 22, 2015

Dessert Island Questionnaire

This year. 2015 they call it. It's a number as random as a name. Could have called it 999 or called you pooh (unless you're already called pooh and then this analogy fails).

But regardless, this year... it's different. Or rather it's going to be different I mean. Nothings happened so far, but I give it 3 months. After that, I know it, I can feel it in my spine, in that electric galactic force that pulsates through us'll get real. Nice real. Lovely real. Beautiful get the picture.

I'm not psychic in any way... quite the opposite if anything. For example, I'll be all excited for a trip, ready to board a flight and it'd get cancelled. Last minute. And till that freaking last minute, I would have a stupid smile on my face, not expecting a thing. I trust the universe I suppose. Also I'm just basically a numbut.
But for some reason, I'm getting a massive psychic (numbnut) feeling. And I checked, not drunk. Its been building up. So I don't really know what it is, but I thought I'd mention it.

May the force be strong with you.