bats, shamanic deaths, new yoga mats, pissed-on the thunder lodge.
by the way, it is hot. not texas hot, but for this coastal clime, i feel bombarded. i wrote a new song today and there is a line in it about oreo cookies. i am going to go watch a movie with a friend later. i feel tore up about a woman. i keep reading that it is the wisest, "best" way to go to just let go of desires and attachments. i keep trying and having these gaps in the stream of ennui. i keep finding these "moments of clarity" and i sit in them like hot tubs until the water gets cool and then i am just staring around like a cold chipmunk, wondering where the sun has gone. life works. oh, and the whole world keeps crying wolf, like it is a crumbling little boy in a field, though i do not know if the wolves are real or not. who knows what toothy doom lies in wait in the far reaches of outer space? not i, said the little pink pig. i am simply taking a day off. most days a self-described "candle in the wind", but today the wind has bent me over and told me to grab my ankles and i am holding on to them so tight.