I am at The Cosmic Cafe, my favorite hang-out. It is a place where sometimes I can sit by myself, and not be bothered. At other times, I am constantly interrupted. But there is a lot of life here. There is music and people. It is a hub of energies, like a railroad round house, where trains are coming and going all day long.
I just talked to my friend Marco29. He's a good person, and is pretty funny. We have a good time talking about random things. Being both creative people, we like to shoot the sh** to get all the ideas going.
There is the usual assortment of aliens here today.
There are wars and rumors of wars all through out the galaxy. Business as usual, right?
I am not a big fan of war. I don't believe in war at all. I think it is wrong on a very basic level. It is unfortunate that wars have to exist. It's basically the old people in power sending out the young from families that don't have as much power.
I have never had a desire to be a soldier. It's not my style.
I am an artist. I create art. That is what I do. I am going to do it no matter what, whether people like it is not my problem. I am just here to make visually stunning things.
Of course, there has to be a compromise at times. I half to meet people half-way. To be honest, with my art, sometimes I have to knock on their door in order to even get them to look at it, which takes about all of two seconds. That isn't always an easy task.
Anyway, it is a nice day, here on the space station.
After I hang out in the cafe for a while, I will go back to my quarters.
Some people and aliens like to hang out in the bars all day, but I prefer the coffee shops, where people seem to mind their own business more. They also still read books here, which I am glad for. This particular cafe has a huge book shelf, with lots of actual, real books that people can browse through.
I know electronic books are all the rage, but for me, I still like the feel of an actual book. I like the feel of the pages, the light reflecting from those pages from a light source behind me. I don't like light shining into my face when I am trying to read. It doesn't feel right to me. Plus, I'm on the computer as much as it is, I don't need my books to be computerized.
Anyway, I come to the cafe to be out amongst the people for at least a portion of every day. Once I return to the studio, I have a tendency to stay there for a long, long time.
Another thing I like about this cafe is that people can smoke here.
I don't see what the point of a cup of coffee is without a cigarette.
Outside the front door is a viewing lounge where there is a big window. I can look at people walking by, vehicles coming and going into the space station, and I can see the stars. It is very poetic. Everyone has their own walk.
I like to see things in motion. I like to see people moving.
I like to stand out there. I can leave my things on the table, and no one will bother my things while I am taking a break. I like that. It feels very comfortable like being at home.
Some alien left a piece of paper on my table, let's see what it says...actually two pieces of paper. Both are xeroxed. One is hand-written by the author, the other one is typed. Both are crazy ramblings. The hand-written one is not very legible. The type-written one reads more like lyrics from a death metal band.
I could type up his work on this blog entry, but, I don't want to pass on his craziness code, and I am too lazy right now.
Ok, what the hell...I will try and type up the hand-written note...
"Well, if it isn't one thing it's another, dear reader. While we were sleeping someone came up with the radio -TV frequency of The Mind, mapping your entire nervous system to a computer, off TV towers and/or satellites, sending on your mind, reading my mind, able to give you Nightmares, headaches, heart attacks + crucifixion Charlie horses - especially if you are a reporter, an inventor, or an author. Zed running for office - then they allege they caught you thinking of blowing up the White House or The President's home. A would-be-terrorist - now you lose all your rights and bank account - end up in -punative MIND RAY for years -And They get paid Big Money to harass you, on + Mind. No one can prove we weren't thinking this. It is called THE LIST -doing in 1000's of people at this very minute - illegally but with secret legal sanction - it is how they got old superman in the movie, it is probably how they wasted Michael Jackson trying to extort his money - After they caught him Thinking in his mind of running for President on a Hit Single - "Reefer legal, Big Free Money for u + me - Lay it over Mountain + Valley - All rise - ooh wee"
Unquote - then they blamed the DR. Famed reporter IM. Ratliff of CBS confirmed it today. We sepnd $52 Billion a year on it. Obama should end it on his lunch hour + keep the $52 Billion from us the people, danger pay, as they will try to get him for it's szratliffs + we agree."
That was not easy to read his writing, much less to type it. These are the ramblings of a schizophrenic old man who sells his poetry and writings for money, or sometimes just gives it away.
I used to have an interest professionally in these kinds of people, as I allowed this kind of influence for my art. But now, I have so much of this kind of stuff, that it all just sounds crazy to me, and pointless.
This cafe is in the crazy part of the space station.
Anyway, I've seen this crazy old man for years. He sleeps here and there, and passes his xeroxes out, to try and scrap together some credits.
This space station attracts some of the crazy ones around the galaxy, but it is a good mix.
I could type in his other page, but I think I've had enough. Maybe on another day.
I just want to prove that there is alien life here, to Earthers back home.
Being here at the cafe on the space station, and the reason why I like it, is it reminds me of cafes I used to hang out in back home on Earth, in both Los Angeles and San Francisco.
No one suspected back then that there were aliens among us.
It took me a long while to realize the truth.
I discovered that San Francisco was indeed a hub for interplanetary travel and commerce.
That is why they have the red light beacon on top of The TransAmerica building. It is a beacon homing signal for freaks and aliens across the world.
Once they get to San Francisco, they then can move to alien worlds.
If you don't believe me, move here. After a couple of years, you will see what I mean.
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