3:30am
3:30am and i can't sleep. i think it's the coffee combined with a gazillion other thoughts bursting from my forehead. so you know what's on right now. some movie called "stardom" on late nite hbo about a girl hockey player who becomes the "next it" girl 'cuz some local photog snapped a picture of her that landed in the "right hands." of course she's still a piece of coal with "diamond" potentials. yet i'm captivated. whadafuck.
so i've been thinking about spirituality a lot... and progress and indigenous practices and ancestors and rituals and white clam sauce and the hot new christian dior boots and the possession of emily rose and orchids and the hottest parts of a flame and why the hell 80s fashion is back and why sulu bothers me when i'm working and when will i be debt free and how could i be thinking of me! me! me! with all that catastrophic bureaucratic bullshit that's killing people down south and blah blah blah. will our lives ever be storm free. god really sucks sometimes.
so i've been thinking about spirituality a lot... and progress and indigenous practices and ancestors and rituals and white clam sauce and the hot new christian dior boots and the possession of emily rose and orchids and the hottest parts of a flame and why the hell 80s fashion is back and why sulu bothers me when i'm working and when will i be debt free and how could i be thinking of me! me! me! with all that catastrophic bureaucratic bullshit that's killing people down south and blah blah blah. will our lives ever be storm free. god really sucks sometimes.