Two years like that.  This damn south, it never gets new, only older, and more faded. I should have never left that other south.  The USA is incurable. The common citizen is a prisoner to the national paradigm.  Why must they believe that it can be changed, and that change matters?  Go underground friends, closer to the beating clandestine heart.   ( Read more... )

its fantastic being where i once was from,

some seems familiar, some over done

Ronan and I met on skype to day. Ronan just said "Ok. Let's write!"

Hallie, thanks for all that you shared with me and the world.

Thick like mud,
Special white sun,
You dine and still
live,
a thousand
arrows burning
towards
my heart.

I was not a leader of my own life,
my passions held unraveling.

Here I cannot find the truth,
What? So I will give up/in.

Oh lordi it is only now that
I hear the voice.

Or was it written.

I am in Guanajuato. End.

In Mexico, DF, staying on Ronan's couch one more night. Not sleeping. Recalling my friends, the ones in other places. It is great to see Ronan again, even if he is a busy business man. (gerente para Bayer). I love the world in its grey blue suchness. Everything is fine. I may be continuing with my girlfriend, and creating a positive life. Que

i got back from spain. i am in the usa. i am full of icecream, sick and tired of drifting. scared to return to school, to take on debt for an institution, but really want to go. aghh. 

living in NO. and now I'm going to school and then i'm going to a No More Fiction show at Saints on Saint Mary.
i should enter this in anothr jury.  my god bless my licenses.   hello. wine. smoke.