it's been a very long time. maybe i will start writing checkpoints instead of entries. then i'll make a grpah of what i loke in ten yearrs , write it on a piece of paper put in a tin can, bury it canada and dig it up in another sixty years ( Read more... )

almost perfecto. almost. the weekend was delicious, finally people i want to meet, and met! food i want to dumpster, and dumpstered! bands i wanted to here, and heard! it was wonderful. today i even talked for a while to the boy i like until i made a fool of myself and tried to be too funny. but fonts are nice. harney banarney and i had a talk, a ( Read more... )

yeah okay, inner city adventures! uhhm flower picking and yuppie freaking out dancing. good, good, and wierd peppers planted in the sidewalk squarees outside the corporate at&t building. playing accordion, writing my own song, yay, and i got really passionate and happy in drawing class and i've spent ten hours on my drawing and it looks really good ( Read more... )

nice, antiquillization, processilyze, squalore and myths. stigmatador. pigmatador. i went on my beligique way yesterday morning only to find a dead raccoon, a dead squirrell, a dead bird, a live dog, a pod of colorful reggae-shorted jogger girls counting off as they free formed their bodies around the lake, big BIG bugs, nice bike helper-outer ( Read more... )

it's hard not pretend to be a gangsta all the time, it just slips out(!!!!!//? hannah and i recorded her creepy song on piano, me on alligator xylophone, and me flopping a beat out on the hollowed stage platform. only awkward when some studio dude walked by while i flopped my feet down and slapped my wrists back and forth on the floor. but is ( Read more... )

harbinger points for you if you know where in the world i feel the most or what in the world i want to eat or how to run away from people you start to like but are at least able to say hi to in hallways at the same time, schlloliburbiccup, broad smiles strched on our faces, the cold is settling in, the islands are in the river and the bridges are ( Read more... )

i've never been so glad before, the exhilartion of being two thousand miles away, i do what i want!

the last santa cruz adventure for a while, i found the remains of the la feliz damn straght i did, and when i found it i peed on that ridiculous  83  year old mast just to say 'hi' from all the sardines that ever died, i swam in the ocean,  put a little in a jar, and next time big ocean, i'll wave to and you wave to me!

800 years later the mottled fleshyhand gesticulates its final wishes to pluck not one but two fuscia berries from the bush. grasping at the air betwwen stalks of leaves, not feeling the wind as it whitsles through the crevices where the cartilage no longer holds the yellowed bones together, . doink, managing to prod one but instead of holding on, ( Read more... )

fuck an elf, that was the worst and most confusing epilogue i've ever read, i'mjust about ready to rip out those last few pages all together, erghhlbarf.