Festival Research Summer Spectacular!

So I have finally taken in my computer to get the sound fixed. I knew it was going to take a trip in the mail somewhere and since I was never around any one apple store for long enough to send it off I have lived, without sound. But that’s all going to change now. This, you might be wondering, is my mother’s computer.
It’s rather nice to write on other people computer’s. A keypad and hard drive you’ve never used before because you had your own computer, of course. You waited so long to get your own computer, and then you did, and that was two years ago now, and you got so caught up in your own computer that you forgot all these other people have all these other computers; other operating systems, other ways of arranging the icons, other pictures to choose for wallpaper and other ways of shutting down. Now I'm not saying its bad to have your computer, in most cases its essential. All I'm saying is don't forgot to at least notice the other ways people are doin’ it these days. Maybe even notice humbly... but that wasn't the point now that I think about it.
The real reason it's neat is because, as a writer, there is nothing from the past hanging around on you desktop just a few clicks away. In the past – present – future bit, writing on a new computer that you don’t plan to write on or keep any of your files on for long takes away the static of the past and forces one to focus souly on the present and future.
Creative powers at work here, train on a track moving.

(The less I say about it the better it’s going to be for you when you get for yourself for the first time.)


Constraserve – to create actions with one’s feelings; to serve ones thought as a guideline; to extract personal meaning from.
Con-with
Stra- poet, soul
Serve-loyal, to do, action
*To make actions according to one’s truest intuitions*

Wise man say:
Something weird’s going on here.
“The power is out, third Saturday in a row.”
Very Superstitious, writing’s on the wall
(Pack from the bottom of the bag)
And take three breaths before you do anything.

Cole Suttle is the literal self.
See Subtle is the figurative self.
Soul Cuttle is my Smooth Jazz Dj name.

*

Bad
U2

If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
I would surrender
Dislocate

Into the night
And through the rain
If I could through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day
To let it go
And so to fade away

I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no

If you should ask then maybe they'd
Tell you what I would say
True colors fly in blue and black
Bruised silken sky and burning flag
Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would
Let it go...

This revelation
In temptation
Isolation
Desolation
Let it go
And so fade away
To let it go
And so fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no