Reading harold_maude's journal

There are crickets in here. Making music and it's about 5 something a.m.
I've just spent the last hour and a half reading posts and journal entries here. Lots and lots of thoughts and ideas.
Good early morning reading when you can't sleep or even when you can, but reading each one makes you want to read more.

I enjoy comming to this place and reading what people have to say, and then taking time to write about something that's gotten lodged in my gray matter and needs somewhere to be let loose. Kind of like letting a bird with a once broken wing, that's finally healed, set free.

When I come here and read through the pages of journals and the topics in the forums, I feel like I've walked into a massive library with some of the finest unsung authors of our time.
Reading one post is never enough, it's kind of like eating peanuts, one is never enough.

I found this place one night because I wondered what would come up if I searched for giant flying dildos. I figured I'd ether run into a page that read "sorry your search was unsucessful, or run into pages of something that would read like "we saw them, up in the sky and to our horror they were getting ready to attack us..."
But instead I found this place. I'm glad I did that crazy search because it lead me to this place.
A place where there is so much rich stuff in the way of thoughts and ideas.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

Wow! You really write with soul. I wish I had you for a neighbor, but then, I guess I do. Nice to read your writing.

I loved the part about "flying dildoes". I too found this site while looking for something strange, although not quite as strange... volcanoes and fireworks, yeah, that's what I wanta know about.

I've been looking for a group of people who are up late at night, who like to think and philosophize rather than zone out all the time. Most of the people I meet in coffee shops just want to get drunk, or other "things". I have one friend who is an exception, and I realize what a rare bird he is...

Otherwise, it seems to be either the internet or traveling that brings me in contact with like-minded souls. Something about meeting people you might never see, or might never see again seems to bring out the fascinating sides of people.

I'm glad you have a house with a cricket in it. Good luck.

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?

Thank you. I enjoy your writing as well.
I guess we are neighbors at that. I think thats one of the things about comming to this place that makes it special.

*Smiles*...

I like fireworks and volcanos too by the way. And mushooms and crystals, and rocks and trees and watching the stars and getting lost in alot of stuff.
Have you ever stood in a parking lot just to watch a sunset and noticed how many people never see it?

It sounds like an interesting idea to gather with people who like to ponder things. My head is so often on overload with thoughts that I spend much of my time writing. It seems to relieve some of the flow.
Being able to talk other people who live here too would be wonderful. Only problem that may come up is the possiblity of having too many ideas running all at the same time. *smiles*

The artists in Eroupe used to gather in coffee houses to diguss art and other things I'm sure. I have tried for a long time to find a group of people who gather for the purpose of deep digussion and who are comfortable enough with each other not to be intimadated by each other.

I haven't been to a coffee house in over a year, too much of life has been just trying to survive.
This place is fast becomming the place I come to for the same reason I used to go into coffee houses and sit for a couple of hours. The only thing missing is the coffee machines and the smell comming out of the computer. *smiles*

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.