hilo. starting making lots of sounds instead of speaking. like "meep". it's nice because people start responding in the same way. my body is falling apart a tiny bit which is ridiculous cos i've been eating SPINACH and SALMON. what the freak.

anyway, i am at a standstill in this stance.

it has been decided, if i have a daughter, i'm naming her yoshimi, after the flaming lips song. heard it from some young mouths dripped down from the radio. one of the most beautiful things i ever heard.

(it is easy to be strong up until the point where that crash came that you didn't see coming, up until the point you no longer are. got my first and last massage yesterday. got bruises to prove it ( Read more... )

with and not of or to. must make more and catalogue less. eating fear for dinner lately. move too fast to see that the light is more than a flicker.

and just two notes colliding can be enough. everybody needs love so desperately. part of growing up may be recognizing the stages of things. woke up yestermorning in tears, had a dream dad killed himself. last night, first open mic, next on monday, ready to work out the rest of these kinks in public.

in an aftereve, music is in your roots, your feet. Lying in the grass for three hours, making temporaryandthat'sit friends, sweet sweat. time is moving too fast so i'm trying to downsize, minimize, compartmentalize, spending time only on that which both gives and takes ( Read more... )

72 hours of straightup drugless music is just what i needed to snap out of it, to get back into it. dancing to anything that didn't have a philosophy. or rather, did, but an animal one instead.

had a crystal clear image, in a dream a night ago, of looking into the mirror, hair or light in the way of my face, until i had swooped around to see a very old woman looking back at me, wrinkles deep, me above the age of sixty. So so so so so so so so so weird. woke up and forgot that I've still got this youth ( Read more... )

first real earthquake: felt drunk, boat drowsy/tipsy, all the lamps swwaaaaaayyyyyying. holding on tight, squeezing my vin diesel kitchen manager. the perfect person to be next to.

dear nose ring ( Read more... )