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Thoughts and Dreams of Aaron Schmidt

This is the online journal of Aaron Schmidt where he records his thoughts (when they seem relevant) and his dreams (when he can remember them).

29 July 2004 They be saved

There are things in life necessary for the soul: expression, creation, passion, love, understanding, and more...

Some lesser people find these things frightening or imposing either in themselves or when coming from other people. But if anyone should let that fear dominate them into trying to suppress these things in others, no heaven can save them from their mistake.

Nor should they be saved.

- pseudo-manitou

20 July 2004 Burning out

Oh and what fun! ... but my mind feels overloaded, like one of those robotic arms in the car factory.

I need a direct connection with the Internet. My brain online. I would be able to save huge amounts of time!!

Aurélie doesn't like the idea ... maybe I can design something for the kids ...

15 July 2004 Centuries of crops

Wright thanks for his song. He would try sleeping close enough to a beautiful, wonderful girl. Why do his kids run freely in Afganhistan? Better open the shutters, the storm will destroy outside completely.

Under the bridge, the Cows hide their crops showing only the brown tips freed from the Earth. Golden coloured rays of sun waving the leaves in the wind. Different times I go down under the bridge but I have fallen to find many centuries of ancient crops. The stash is potent and one touch from their green leaves and I am gone. Floating down river on a boat made of wood I moved in the middle of the crop's potency.

The Croppies, arch-enemies of the Cows, brought forth a sacrifice on the hills of Mount Figi. They ate sushi on the clear, white beach. They should see what needs to be done with the giant Mammut, found just three days ago, washed up on the shore.

Tiderman opened his book to the chapter discussing surgical knives and began reading. He was young but outgoing and knew that one wrong move meant the great beast would die.

Several years after, rumors would appear about how Wright had stolen his children and fed them to the Mammut.

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