Talk with a Stranger

Today was a specially fantastically good day. Because Shiela told me so. It was guaranteed from the moment she said it. 
"Have a faith that today will be an especially good day" she told me.
Shiela is a woman in her mid 50's. Her form is reubenesque, but squished horizontally. Her hips, bubble out and her calves do too. She looks like a librarian and I have been seeing her on my morning commute regularly every week. I notice her most especially because she wears a pair of sneakers and a dress/skirt. Her style is normal, so normal that she stands out, because of how unfashionable it is. But it is not unaesthetic to my eyes, infact every time I see her I imagine her at a office desk in a cubicle performing a task very menial and very boring. For some reason this image, can bring me one of two emotions. The first of which I spite, because I pass judgment. That judgment it one that places her into the category of boring people wasting their lives away doing menial tasks and unfortunately the mediocrity of it all has spitted out a quintessential example of it all, which is this woman Shiela. But my other feeling is one of comfort and familiarity in her normality. An oddity, but a oddity of normality. 
Today I talked to Shiela, and the conversation did not surprise me. It brought me comfort, letting myself into her world and she held a conversation that painted a picture for me. I am enthralled in the normality of it all. And I guess its great because when you involve yourself in thoughts of extreme complexity on the daily, the normal things seem like gems. Perfect examples of a world floating in blissful ignorance. In our conversation we talked about the books we were reading. She told me that she was reading a book about the Third Reicht. She had picked it up at a thrift store. I feel like an alien, intrigued by the simplicities of human life. Shiela is exquisite, because she is a positive thinker, yet intrigues her self with the Nazi's. I would like to know more about her interests, and things in her life that are strange distortions of reality. 

And the benefit of talking to strangers is that you take along social skills and edicate from each conversation. And expanding your own world to talk to some one right next to you is special, becasue you can look up and really interact with a human. Although its for personal gain, for some reason listening is also great because a stranger might just need that bright moment in their day. I'm sure I did. 
-Zeke 

The First Meeting is Always the best (but it doesn't have to be that way)

On Friday I met a wonderful person, artist, and woman named CK. Our conversation was absolutely astonishing, mind blowing energetic, deep, wild, truthful - just gushing with good vibes. I had complete control of that conversation, each turn of it was great, and enjoyed thoroughly by both parties, until I had to part ways. 

First meeting is always the best 
Fast forward to today, she is in the store close to me. And of course I go in to say whats up read a magazine, but just to be around her. How couldn't I. But here's the catch snippy! Shit, was not as it seemed within me. It was just hard to hold a conversation, because she was closing up shop, and there were alot of distractions, but I really really wanted our conversation to blossom (after the fact). Actually I didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew that there was a connection and something needed to happen. It did/it didn't i got to talk to her friend, which was really cool, but I only talked to her friend. 
Actually I felt at a loss of words with CK, on what to talk about. I clammed up, looked at my feet and at the other person. If her friend wasn't there I am sure it would have been utter doom. But maybe there is a way out of this that can break the ice. and lead to other encounters as deep as the first one we had. 
But I don't want to pollute the waters... I do think she is cute, I'm a dude I think every one is cute. I just want neutral friend vibes with a little bit a flirtation room so a mofo can just chill and if its a catch, than hey! that's great. But I just want every one to feel comfortable, especially her. and especially me. 

(but it doesn't have to be that way) 

Many situations like this I am getting away by the skin of my teeth. I get frustrated with awkwardness, because in my head I know that i shouldn't be putting out bad vibes, but they come across because I'm just mad that I can't be comfortable. I want this to go as smooth as possible. 

And all of this factors into the bliss. Because I can meditate all fucking day, but it won't make my social interactions any different, maybe.... I am asking my subconscious to solve this riddle of mine and pass me to nirvana. I think it is, but I just need to work at it. If my social interactions are the stem of alot of this than I need to ease this struggle. How...? TBD

Talked to some one on the metro, that definitely made me happy. I think I step out of my boundaries to be healthy to my brain.   

All this and nothingness 
-Zeke

age 24, ending of 2014 2015

Hello, 
The Painted Quench has been a funny blog. The first reason of its peculiarity is due to my negligence of it. I dropped out of it and stopped posting, stopped maintaining it. I can't remember why I had stopped, but I knew that whatever I was cataloging was seeming more and more like the angry banter of an adolescent, who had gotten a taste of bliss. 

The bliss I am talking about was a period of 5 or 4 months before December, 2010. What was this bliss like? It was a consistent feeling of joy and confidence, and utter ease with the natural flow of life. And for that period of life, I had no cares or worries, literally every day. I had an awareness of time/surroundings of a very vivid experience. Every relationship and conversation was flowed and controlled by the deepest parts of my intuition. I lost this sense of myself when I broke up with the Snow Fox. 

This post from 2010 sums it up precisely. 

http://thepaintedquench.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-fox.html

However, now that I have been searching to return back to that state of equilibrium this post and testament has pointed me in the right direction. In all honesty, there was a natural part of me that was wiser than I have ever been, in the most simple kind of way. 

Now that I have administrative access back to TPQ. I will be utilizing this blog in combination with 

http://thenightarchive.com/ 

to come back to the bliss. and catalog the journey so that in the future I can know how to get back to where I started in the first place. 

The first part of the puzzle that I will address is the elimination of awkward social interactions. When I was blissful I made up in my mind that no situation was awkward, however, how did I believe it so truly that it carried into every conversation and my own thoughts about myself became null, and did not effect conversations. 

I know that socialization and communications are a apart of the equation that made alot of pieces come together, but those beliefs originated from an inward realization and experimentation in side of myself that was very profound. If only I had written it down as I am doing now. 

thankyou
Stay spituned

-Zeke (TPQ)

DAMN

Sitting in the library texted my girlfriend to come visit me. She gets here and 30 minutes later Im feeling the need to express mild frustration on TPQ.
Now dont take my word as a psychiatrist but in speaking subjectively on my own psychology I believe that there are habits and parameters that effect how I verbally communicate and vocally process thoughts. For example, as I increase my exercise and get good sleep I feel more inclined to walk with a pep in my step. I know how stupid that sounds but I know that I am more agile, more responsive with communicating TACTFUL responses. This I can contrast with what just happened with my girl friend not so long ago. In the past week of getting my computer back I have observed habits such as smoking cigarettes more often, staying up later, whacking off every day and being very distracted. These habits effect how I communicate with people. And words splatter out of my mouth they are always tainted with some form of over processing these unexpressed emotions which are oppressed with my new habits. So I indulge in being unorganized and pleasures of the internet which translate over to me saying some stupid shit to her.
Walks away without a goodbye
Im dragging my hands down my face telling myself
Zeke try again next time. But really.

Here is a screen shot of Akira

Ease up on a shot

These photos are from summer 2011 all taken in the city of Angels.

Alittle story for all you throw back fucks, I was in a 2010 Cadillac coupe driving with Kern, Guy and Simone. We had just got back from Best Buy, because apparently my computer took a shit from some food it ate on the internet. This fecal matter was all over my internet agenda and porn watching that I dearly missed for about a week. Any how we were rolling at a stop when this burgundy Chevy Impala with gold details and a narly ass grill, creeped up in our rear view mirror. The homie Kern said that he had to be a Pisa, but whatever we were all digging the ride. We started to inch forward, our whole car was communicating with the homie in the front seat. When all of a sudden he gave us a smile, hit a switch and lifted his ride acouple of inches off the ground

We were screaming. So if you got something beautiful, bump that shit, make it ride low, let it sway. Play those speakers loud, let the radius do a head nod of acknowledgment.

Never lying in your suspicion

-TPQ

SUSPERIA

This scene comes from a movie called Susperia which in TPQ's opinion is a damn fine movie. Filmed with color and total catastrophic vibrancy, Dario Argento (director) takes the viewer on a terrifying journey through witch craft and mystery. There are two films which immediately come to mind after I watched this movie: Hobo with a shotgun and The Exorcist. Both of which scared the doo doo out of me bum.

Dario Argenta's Susperia got my heart pumping on acouple of factors. The most important of which is his ability to capture fear by communication of vulnerability. All of the main characters in this movie are female and in my opinion, allow for the audience to sympathize and bond further with the characters. I'll take it even further and say that having the villains as females is more disturbing because, traditionally women have the roles of being victimized. It is not often that the protagonist in a horror movie is a female.

The second factor which I admired was his use of colorful lighting and vibrant tones in the film. The red theme in the film generated feelings of fright, disgust and horror. It is obvious that Argento uses this bright colored red to almost tease the viewer into each kill scene. Almost every time I would see that red, a feeling of fear and suspense crept over me.

and just to be cute ill put a spoiler alert. But dont be a bitch and just watch the movie.

The final part of the movie reminded me of my first time seeing The Exorcist. The most terrifying part of that movie was the extended scenes of conversation between the priest and the possessed girl. The final scene of Suzy confronting the OG witch really had me remembering some goody but oldies. Hearing that genderless deep gutteral tone just creeps me the fuck out, and if I ever heard it in my day to day, I would shit my pants.

And for your viewing pleasure

Along with this, Dont forget to enter into nostalgia with this Beat, Produced by the one and only The Painted Qunech: aka Zeke here