Gypsy Bath
Im gonna attempt to write this entry typing on my iphone so im expecting alot of errors and typos but who gives a shit it mainly for my own concious evolution records.
And dont know how bears can do it the whole hibernating bit..I find myself near the middle of summer in a cave that being my house exiling myself from almost everyone snd im familiar with this type if behaviour cause i did it last time for that art showing. Im in that creative mode of isolation where i enjoy my own company my mind is in a higher creative gear that entertains me from boredom...there are no candles being lit to raise any level of enlightenment its too hot for that shit i do have a chinese rug although not persian which most musicians prefer in their workshop i really dont l Iike the color on this one too much but itll do.. Phones ring i could care less. Im absent to the bar scene which isnt thay great of a loss it all winds diwn to the same watering hole shenanigans or maybe its rhe people im hanging aroubd with that makes my cape cod taste a little sour? Its hard to engage in any intellectual conversation at a bar either your dealing with a callow ego fuck or a naive young pup whose as clueless as the next. Ayhhh i shouldnt complain and i wont I have a bottle of bacardi in the fridge that will save me 200 dollars for everynight i dont go out. So im here again.
In my moment always calculating and piecing imagery inside my box shaped brain..reinventing again... Implanting small thoughts into my head and watching the rubix cube of reality slowly pull it into my perspective,.. Im going to remember and practice on attaching an emotion to a mental image next time ive discovered that atleast for myself i have a natural conscience of destructiveness that automatically attaches to an implanted thought if i dont correct that. Im working on trying to eradicate that... Lj is screwing uPon me this journal is cut short
And dont know how bears can do it the whole hibernating bit..I find myself near the middle of summer in a cave that being my house exiling myself from almost everyone snd im familiar with this type if behaviour cause i did it last time for that art showing. Im in that creative mode of isolation where i enjoy my own company my mind is in a higher creative gear that entertains me from boredom...there are no candles being lit to raise any level of enlightenment its too hot for that shit i do have a chinese rug although not persian which most musicians prefer in their workshop i really dont l Iike the color on this one too much but itll do.. Phones ring i could care less. Im absent to the bar scene which isnt thay great of a loss it all winds diwn to the same watering hole shenanigans or maybe its rhe people im hanging aroubd with that makes my cape cod taste a little sour? Its hard to engage in any intellectual conversation at a bar either your dealing with a callow ego fuck or a naive young pup whose as clueless as the next. Ayhhh i shouldnt complain and i wont I have a bottle of bacardi in the fridge that will save me 200 dollars for everynight i dont go out. So im here again.
In my moment always calculating and piecing imagery inside my box shaped brain..reinventing again... Implanting small thoughts into my head and watching the rubix cube of reality slowly pull it into my perspective,.. Im going to remember and practice on attaching an emotion to a mental image next time ive discovered that atleast for myself i have a natural conscience of destructiveness that automatically attaches to an implanted thought if i dont correct that. Im working on trying to eradicate that... Lj is screwing uPon me this journal is cut short