I was thinking about how we learn to not regret choices that we have made in our life. I'm still waiting to not regret myself at this moment, but I've stopped regretting who I used to be, or where I was when I made the choices I have made. And while numb in the present, I look to the future. Yet, I am drawn back in my dreams. Chasing something in a ( Read more... )

When does our actions signify actual change in who we are. Our Actions are driven by this large genetic paternal maternal material make-ups. It's a funny face. Makes me pretend to be happy when I'm not. Dance when I make a fool of myself. Say I am "good" but I am "bad". Leave a conversation when it hurts. Sleep on one side of the bed when the other ( Read more... )

I remember you and your cake icing lotion ( Read more... )

So, It was either last night before I went to sleep or shortly after I woke this morning that I thought about how fast the last five years have gone, and more to the point, where the next five will go. It sort of scared me a bit. It's hard to not think of all of the mistakes or lost opportunities that I have lost over these years. And, of course, I ( Read more... )

On a sea of untapped leagues ( Read more... )

everything stops
a broken thought by the melody of reality
a music note by it's beat
a beating by it's loss

I think Les Claypool is one of the most inventive musicians in the last twenty years. Which maybe doesn't say much. Most of what he does is taken from what is known as the whole tone scale. Yet he makes the melody of that tone seem normal. Not many people aside from jazz artists have achieved such a thing. But I may be in resentment of saying this ( Read more... )

light a match ( Read more... )

2/29/1988-

we watched the space shuttle launch. It wasexciting! the launch was succwas successful. (drew a picture of a rocket ship with a mans face in the window between the earth and moon below stars above)

3/22.89-

Today I saw THe Zoo Mobile program. I touched a snake. it was a bainstrdr it was fun.

Undated Entry-I Whoet to be a ( Read more... )

my fist a brick ( Read more... )