and_so inconnue today i cleaned it with flour salt and win a grrr and it looks better now or worse, i can't tell i don't care, okay so i do maybe a little too much i kinda messed up the patina but that's the way the wind blows and i keep getting asked "did you leave anything else in there?" and i don't know because i'm unsure of everything just ask god, if you believe in 'it' 040324 ... from now on and so, and so it goes another night in the bucket of life another morning 041102 ... mon uow i must be careful what i write i really sholdn't write at all 050320 ... mon uow sholdn't shouldn't sholdn't 050320 ... skinny stones skipping creating subsequent ripples palpitating on a flat vast surface stopping, and sinking. up above, like a kid's painting the sun is too large a rich yellow but beneath all mirrors is a place vibration and flow don't follow, when inertia has stopped and your weight has settled, you'll find yourself half buried, surroundings, beyond bleached, beyond rotting, the physical components of things once bouyant, full of air and life, now saturated, irrelevant you sleep with them out of time, beneath the earth, beyond the rind, to be incarnated, deposited, in someone's memory of a lake and a sunny day 050320 ... skinny = retarded 050320 ... guitar_freak I'm walking to the bar in a bra and cowboy hat and you see me and stare. I give you a high-five and get kicked out of the smokey bar full of judgmental eyes and pointing fingers. Eleven days, several walks, and many kisses later I wake up at 11am in your bed and I wonder "whats next?" You kiss me on the cheek and I know that it will all be okay. We aren't together and I don't know how to feel anymore. All i know is that at 11am I felt like nothing mattered and that scared me. I wake up next to you and I wondering what comes next 050418 ... cr0wl frozen between a yes and no 100409 what's it to you? who go blather from