lips of faith

if vitamin c overdose is possible, i am well on my way.

recap:
lucky chances
uhaul to marin at midnight
sweaterfunk & punching out the window
lunch with natalie at b44
grow up at madrone
bisou bisou, girl talk
art deco brunch, north beach coffee
ren's place, coco, crescent hotel
sleeping in until 6pm with you
multicultural mondays at rooky ricardo's records
naked lunch
hot totties, li po happy hour, mannequin arms
tsunami
the residence, movie night at your place
cholas at casanova, sweaterfunk & jojo to the rescue

and the cold hits me so hard, just in time for diary.

weighed down

 on the seventh day i rest
for a minute or two
then back on my feet to call for you
too much time spent on nothing
waiting for a moment to arise
i wait for him to catch me

The Close

the shit is about to hit the fan.
i'm ignoring all the warning signs.
don't turn the lights on.

fear the beard

human beings are not well served by permanence or stasis. Obviously, if individuals are progressing, they are undergoing a series of presumably desirable alterations, but in a universe where flux is fundamental, it can be argued that even change for the worse is preferable to no change at all. Isn't fixity the hallmark of the living dead?

liquid courage, you sneaky monster

O mellow my dreams you've gone away
O empty belly it's good to see you
O my dreams of these quiet people
O you and me dancing on my grave.

But oh lord, I know what I've done
And oh lord, I ain't afraid.

no mas moss

bad and bad, good and good.  i guess at the end it doesn't really mean anything anyways.  it evens out or it doesn't.  end of story.

i'm heading over to nightlife tonight to talk with mr. mcknight and see andrew's band.  tonight could be a great night.  i just need to tear myself away from the television.  the lure of anthony bourdain's no reservations is so difficult to resist!

Rough Patch

I've been feeling like I'm in some kind of dream lately.  Everything's a little skewed and I can't seem to get my thoughts straight.  I've always been a fan of surrealism, but not like this.  There is a lethargy that has swallowed me whole and I cannot find the motivation to create anything from the innards of this fiend.  I guess I should remind myself not to take life so seriously and that this, like all things, will pass.


Also, some bird took an eagle sized shit right on the hood of my car.