Lost? A Prank?

This morning started with a trip to the gym. Don’t ask me why, I just knew I had to go. Even tho it was sunny and I’d rather run outside. I walk up to the counter and notice this envelope which reads:”tickets for Jesse Cook concert and I notice a time:7:30. Immediately I remember I’ve attached some Jesse Cook songs to posts of mine.

The minute I walked into the gym it (the vibe) felt different. It felt odd. And it felt like everyone was watching me, even tho they were not. I started running (word count: 88) on the tredmill. I grab two magazines but then my eye catches the show that is playing in front of me on the tv. (word count:111)And I could not help but laugh. That tv-show was weird. Everything about it was odd. News readers who (word count:137) give their personal opinion about news?! Aren’t they supposed to be neutral? And then there was a segment about an All Star. And Gwyneth Paltrow flew by too. Doesn’t she have a little girl named Apple?! All these signs and syncs..I could fill three pieces of this purple ink with todays syncs.

I dunno; I might be totally cray-zee, but somethings’ up. I trust myself enough to know what is real and what is not. I’m being played. I must be. (word count: 202)Seriously! Everyone ’round me, is acting differently. Very subtle but enough for me to notice. I feel it. There really is nothing out of the ordinary happening, but things are off. Peeps are off. I hope. I hope it’s not me who is off. Ha, that would be a good joke. Not dope.

Random weird things? (draft saved:9:21:12 pm)Going into a book store and seeing several books, with titles which relate to this script over which I now seriously flip; organized randomly and neatly all close to each other for me to see in one view. I mean, would you organize a book about breastfeeding and  the book”The Shadow Effect“ by Deepak Chopra(word count: 307) next to each other? Like I said: I see everything. And when I did; I started lauhing out loud and I thought: who-ever is playing me, is like me and knows me.  

But maybe I’m just really way too hopeful. And not grounded enough. Like my friend from Holland tried to tell me this morning over skype. The chat I had with her? (word count: 373) Made no sense. She must be in on it too. O boy, what am I gonna do, when I’m way off ’bout all this?!!? Maybe I see too much!?!?  (word count:404)

In the afternoon I felt like I had to go see my friend at the Gallery. Because of the Jesse Cook envelope I saw earlier that morning. Jesse Cook reminded me of the flower store where I first heard his songs plus it reminded me of this piece. The flower store is next to the my friends’ gallery. And well, you know; my curiosity led me back to the gallery. There were some odd things in her place. Something with the word zombie on it, with attached to it a button with the pic of a bearded dragon. And my friend? Well, she was herself yet she was not. Things were just plain odd. There were too many links to my story. (word count:515) And me? Continuesly laughing out loud after yet another link to my story’d come out.

My friend was working on getting her blog started and asked me what theme I liked better of the two she was showing me. The one I liked best, was the one called The Guitarist and ‘course, it reminded me of a piece I wrote. That piece exposed me to the words Adventure Centre. And I was thinking:”that’s where I’m gonna go next.” And so I did.

I’m telling you: I’m in deep shit! It seems like everyone is in on it! Seriously! The barista at the Adventure Centre whom I’ve known for a while now? She was different. Subtle, but different. Dunno, her behavior was just off. Out of the ordinary.I guess just like all the peeps who I’ve been interacting with today. Or maybe they just seem to act different because I am different; randomly starting to laugh out loud, a lot, bout things they say or expose me to.

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I guess The Game, is really on. For how long? I dunno. I secretely hoped I’d see my mate tonight. Even tho I’m very scared, very very scared and nervous; I’m ready. I can do this. Whatever this is… A hospital visit?!

I am a little scared to post this piece. (word count: 717)Will peeps think I’m Cuckoo? I see way too much? I’m in over my head and should now really get some rest?! There is only one person who can tell me. I know I’m not crazy. In-sane? Yes. I really really have no clue what to expect next!

O boy, what did I get myself into? It better manifest itself soon cuz no longer can I buy food. 4,82 dollars left. But I’ve never been stressed ’bout dough. I know it will show. How? I dunno. I trust. Should be enough.

Why does it feel like all of a sudden the roles are reversed? I played my mate and now he’s playing me? Gosh, it reminds me of that movie. What’s it (word count: 888) called? Amelie?! Well, if this is real, I really like how you are playing with me. I hope to see you soon, so we can finally spoon! (published:10:44 pm)