people with the same name as me that i know of either look like me or are sexy.
People with the same name as me are either gods(literally), Russian skaters, or actrices…
I wish I had the money to live the gypsy life I want to… perhaps I’ll be able to do it someday…
Zwan is great. Poe is great. Buck 65 is great.
Those three artists/group have been providing the sounds to fill the air here in my humble dwelling all day… All the walls here are white. I wish I had some blue or black ones. Even pine walls would be welcome. White is too much like the snow outside… at least black would match the sky that is light-bleached of stars. I miss stars. Cities are evil in that sense, denying us the stars with unnecessary light.
Apathy is a curse. It’s best discarded and forgotten. So is fear. Fear is the root of anger… and look where anger is leading our world…Caring is essental, to and one’s life, no one can be real without it. It’s also essential to a community and nation, because it will not be real, in the sense of having meaning, without compassion.
I’ve been rereading House of Leaves this weekend. I can’t believe it’s been so long. It’s an amazing work. I wish I could create anything worth publishing, let alone something that brilliant.
I don’t watch tv.