MONTHS HAVE GONE BY...

Revamped just to have nothing to say.

When it rains, it pours.

music music music

well well....

it's been a long time, but there are some things i want to share.

first off i want to celebrate the past and recommend that you listen to:

- the chain/fleetwood mac

-50 ways to leave your lover/paul simon

-open sesame/freddie hubbard

-buy africa/fela kuti

MIDNIGHT RENDEVOUS

I hate it when a guy does not understand the word "NO."

Indeed, it is nice to have attention from both males and females, but it is excruciatingly annoying when they persist after you have clearly stated your disinterest. 

So once again....

NO! YOU MAY NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO, BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO DO IT. 

Blood Is Love

The seed waits for the reaper to sew
Every breath an art
The dignity to learn it can strain & break your heart
Take all your pieces home
You ask when you're alone, "what is love"
The blood is love 

- Joshua Homme, Queens of the Stone Age "Blood Is Love"

Love hurts, and sometimes its a good hurt. But in this case, I'm not entirely sure what to say considering a good hurt for me, may be a bad hurt for another. I shall keep moving as I always do, regardless of the things around me.

Stay tuned, for an interesting photo project that I may post, as soon as I get the shit done.

I'm feeling spontaneous and random, with no real flow to a lot of my thoughts and feelings right now, but I'm sure everything will even out. Just gotta give it time ya dig?!

just haven't had a whole lot to say lately...

GOODBYE PORK PIE HAT

Having a Mingus night, 

complete with a dark room, cigarette, and cup of coffee,

A black dress that doesn't sparkle, and doesn't shine

A pork pie hat that used to be mine,

Remembering a time when you put me in that dungeon,

forcing me to listen to the girl of my dreams

telling me fables, fables of faubus

some man she used to love.

Things aren't what they used to be,

ask me as you watch me sit here,

my indigo mood.

Mingus night,

full of desire for the underdog, the underworld.

Disappointment is not the word.

How do you tell an eleven year old girl that even though she thought she was going to France to play with a group of teenagers, she isn't. What do you say to her when she asks, "If everyone pays there own way, could we afford it?"

That woman didn't gather funds.

The only explanation we can come to; try to keep girl from being jaded, thinking the world is fake, never to be pure again.

Thanks old lady, for overestimating your connections, neglecting funds, and telling us three weeks before we were set to depart. How does your goddamn conscious feel?