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im thinking and wondering all the way down the road

doing things in life! go! go now!

bob the house you are too fucking good. im going to cry

today i worked with a bunch of high school aged kids and some people from the collective to make a crazy spray paint mural.

tonight i work i more paintings to bring to the folk life festival tomorrow!

it's beautifull here. Amazing food and scenery. i discovered it is very hilly on a 25 mile bike ride yesterday. The spirit of this collective has infected me, i might decide to move here permanantly.

I wish I knew somebody in San Francisco.

after a few visits i finally noticed the fountain in the park in the center of orange is full of gold fish

i play ukulele in the park and the bums tell me that i am beautiful. One tells me that you cannot make someone love you. am i so transparent?

These long straight streets make me dizzy and lonely.

lonesome day trips through the desert. i dont really want to be here, i dont want to be in boston. i'm feeling pretty lost. I used to think getting lost was romantic.

camping, beer, long motorcycle ride through the desert, the cactus pricklies underneath my fingernails they all remind me of someone i used to know. ouch.