today's find: gary ziebarth cure cover on drew danburry's website. nasty stalker, you.
The things we know not about each other are catching up on us with ultra light parsec speed! And im getting burned charred roasted like crazy chicken can be. Shipped my brother back to the homeland. Missing him already, though i feel like a nasty turd for pulling frequent disappearing acts during his stay. Owe mom $100 for going excess on the phone bill that claimed to be free minutes free charge free crap. nothing in hell is free nowadays. Arrived from Vegas last Wednesday. Am back in a very precarious situation, yessir, yes madam. 4:03 am and numb all over, limbs dancing a painful sequence of semi- epilepsy... song repeat song repeat journal update, ebay purchase, checkbook balance, replace the 9 volt batt of dear NUALA. Rant rant rant. To you, darling, i want to sing a multitude of songs. I fret my voice is too nasal and unenjoyable though. I miss the way you feel. But who are you and what are we anyway? We say were in love, we say we'll work out, and im not saying were not, but why? why not how. why? Snowy searches for the mighty polar bear. And she looks. And stares. and admires. But she just sits there, not willing to budge. Is she lazy? Is she sick? She's being what she knows theyre not-- understood. No one knows. No one does. No one might ever will. They think they do but all is not as they seem. Give it time. Give it more incentive for hurt. Give take give. Until when will we opt to wear the spectacles de delusion? i long to wake up with you-- but will the same you and me i see .. cease to exist when i wake from this lucid slumber? love is inexistent. is definitions confound us more, therefore they mean everything. and nothing. (see my point?)
happy quarter of a year anniv. heres to more discovery, heres to hoping for coexistence, passion and longing.