Hopiland Reggae and the Tarantula Morning

[monkeyparts]

-  So it's so long California, reckon I'll be a-movin' on, I'm leavin' even if I had to crawl…  Stately in the morning blue, before the naked sun crested the eastern mountains and sprayed living gold on the sandstone and Joshua trees, two feral burros ambled past my face.  Stringy muscles bending under pale hide, they drifted like cinematic ghosts

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[daisydumont]

as always, it's a pleasure to read your words, ben.

oh, i heard from whitelinefever by snail-mail the other day. he seems to be doing well enough for himself, i'm glad to say.

[daisydumont]

i'm listening to a Casper Loma-da-wa video at youtube right now. i like it.

[monkeyparts]

- Just yesterday I was looking back at some of the stuff I wrote back in high-school, wondering what ever happened to that fellow. I really am grateful for his and your support through that particularly thorny adolescence.

What's old whiteline up to these days?

[daisydumont]

i enjoyed your posts back then too, and i know dr. fever saw something remarkable in you.

he left LJ during the long time he had to be caretaker to his mother as she declined. now that she's gone, he continues in his work as interior designer, saying he may be able to retire when he's 70, maybe. no matter what he has to report, he always writes with style and humor. :)