Thursday, August 28, 2003
I hate it when things people said long before I was born, all of a sudden make sense.
It makes me feel so embarrassingly dim.
But it’s a trial and error life, and mysteries are revealed in their own true time.
I’m introspective today.
My brain is racing with ideas;
songs, images, moods, words-
If I don’t grasp them somehow,
they’ll all escape,
like waking from a dream where I was about to eat a Reese’s cup.
Welcome to the second annual end-of-the-world-party...
Summer's almost gone.
I feel such a loss for it- for this summer never seemed to take off-
Like buying a dress for a night out that never happens...
Oh, there were EVENTS,
but not the ones I associate with summer fun in the sun.
Autumn is, and has always been for me, my favorite season.
I’m going to start a new painting...
"As long as I have two nickels to rub together,
I’ll have a canvas to fill-
But I need more paying performance gigs
that would be better still..." - Pencil Neck Blues
Dead cicadas fall on the steps,
plunk.
“When it gets too hot for comfort, and you can’t get ice cream cones,
T’ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones...”
-William S. Burroughs
Till next time... 'Mela
10:48 PM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
