For a long time I remember I had this inner battle within myself of wanting to be seen, and wanting to hide. It has probably gone on longer than I would have like to admit to myself until now. That is now I have realized (or should I say that the realization has actually been absorbed) that I have been seen by many people. So maybe they didn't ( Read more... )

It feels like the longest muni ride ever just from my house to the presideo bus stop when there is a freaky bearded man in shiny leather gloves (like the ones old Italian mobsters wear when they are ready to assasinate someone) staring at you.

So here it goes, one long entry...
I always want to write, to put down what I think, put down what I see, what I feel...and then I mix them all up in the big litter bin of my mind like a frustrated final essay exam crumpled up and tossed. Sometimes I write because I want someone to read and maybe understand me or care, other times to prove to ( Read more... )

The word "home" sounds conterversial.
I want to go back to my apartment in the city. Its too quiet and flat back in Moraga. I can only take it in small doses, and trust me, 2 days is not a small dose. I need to move. It's seriousely unhealthy when you're by yourself around here. Well maybe thats just specifically me. I go in to my pattern of ( Read more... )

I had a question, so I asked Hafiz, the old persian poet. I got an answer, in a way one gets an answer from him. This was the poem from the book:

Gazal 390
Officers of King of the flowers the grass adorn ( Read more... )

So my exercise for the week was all done last night at the Arrow Bar. It was Frisco Disco and I went specifically to hear Jason (Richie Panic) DJ. He worked with me at Diesel and recently quit so it was his goodbye party. Definetly a fun dj to make a damn good night. I danced so long that my body was hurting. Some alchohol, friends, and good ( Read more... )

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Sometimes my roomate drives me up the wall.
These are times when having my own place would have me sacrifice my own limbs.

I just got back from the Red Devil lounge and a hint of spice. It was a very calm bar playing caberneat, dimmed lights, and old wooden tables with matching chairs. It reminded me of a 1950's mystery movie. All that was missing was the b/w. The singer was sitting on the chair with his guitar, lights dimmed and coming from above, smoke ( Read more... )