sigh. long stories past gone. a decadence full of decades in essence. and a presence, oh poignant present.
i have not written the past because it aint' neccesary no more. whether is that valuable ore, whore of deconditioned preachings. no gore. i've been the one who has come back, back to back sore and to the beginning again and again, like rabbits in the subway.
i dont rhyme just to make fun. i dont believe in being hip. i never learned to hop. whether is because i pretend to be illiterate. i came in thru the door. i said it before and again. i speak with treacherous hands. i saw the sun for tomorrow with bare hands.
miss the good'ol'days which i can even remember. for now i give you my pencils. my inks.
archaic almost. time is running up. [going] so far as to say the least or expecting a late unorthodox credo. to us what was impossible. with sheer contextual pleasure. forms the heart of this new range of non-traditional merde ... It is like Plato's image of the image. waking up without a face to face 'em. you. is human enough. and we enjoy it. in silence. his. hers. do you remember the time when you had the ability to maintain a sublevel of endlessly thought? we were poised over ourselves. the end of the worl....day to myself. miranda knew what was coming any pride left in me. as he reasons with the sun. like all men. may become more comfortable here. or there. eloquent friend. with brown socks. and olive lips.
But the sea. oh the sea. she will never forget. in the shadows of its quest. or conquest?
But the sea. oh the sea. she will never regret. [...] ever more apparent...for it looked up and said, "if we can but sing to you, give us Goethe and Nietzche on sudden death, a Cuba libre ...and some raisonets...and perhaps a greeny flower and one little pill..."
Mostly, he confide in the music...wrapped around her voice. while it fuels the fires...and gardens despair.
celebrates the birth of nessus, if it be real, pours down some virtue to the floor...on his name...
... going back to the simple-r pleasures of life... ... peeling lint from the dryers filter... ... taking big breaths while putting gas... ... blueberry dum dum's... ... painting 'til high off turpentine and colorblind... ... lyrics, cheap red wine, national geographic innuendos... ... long showers, reruns, and stars... ... radiohead & cafe tacvba ... ... prodigal son theories, and spontaneous combustion... ... M.O. checks, Caramel deLites Girl Scout cookies, Neruda...
so. got a new car. well used-new. capitalist bulimia. now i'm broke and in debt. it was either an 97 sentra or my soul for sale. 20 min later. i got into a "rear-end collision". (i was driving my dad's van "thankfully" juan's a selfish bastard conclusion. low weather.
rain.soakingWet.SmashingPumpkins.oh i miss them. "Lily, my one and only I can hardly wait till I see her..."
Mile&Bunbury.Perfect combination to paint.
I remembered when i was like7 i used to read Robinson Crusoe at least once every two months, and i remember just getting so into it, that i would like fall asleep and dream and waking up...and taking like a couple minutes to realize my reality, ..."valga la redundancia". I noticed that watching Lost takes me to that state of mind...and i like it.
as well as white chocolate covered oreos!!! (almost here) and the caramel girl scout cookies!!!
Morcheeba & Marie Antoinette SndTrck on Repeat...merci beacoup jollie fille.
lots of birthdays this month. no money for gifts. plenty of construction paper and glue.
sleep.
mile makes me smile.
nouvelle vague, regina spektor, morcheeba, billie holiday and lost season one on repeat.
cant' get enough of youtube.
I want my ring back.
I've been wanting to visit my hs art teacher for a while...been having this sort-of prodigal son vibe...i just feel horrible for not keeping in touch. an horrible means cut-my-balls-off-kneel-on-your-knees bad. great guy to have a long conversation with.
i want noodles. plain noodles. and vanilla tofutti with white chocolate macadamia cookies
Air Guitar age 9 (i was supposed to be a folky musician or a communist peasant or shaggy or some sort of spiritual leader or "all of the above") >
1. Saturday was good. REAL good. 2. Sunday and Monday, not good. 3. I want the new 80gb ipod !!! so. I'm selling my 60gb. takers? 4. Youtube whore. 5. Trying to get tix to Regina Spektor.
6. Broke...total downfall. Need to indulge myself with some delicious part-time toppings... 7. Addicted to mochi icecreams. green tea!!! 8. I kissed a girl. ( ! ) 9. Cold !!! Scarfs & Sweaters !!! 10.
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