desert birdmad sometimes blue in the early dawn hours when the light is not yet full 010126 ... soia remember all those days and nights completely sunburnt totally unable to feel it get drunk fall asleep wake up get high eat get drunk occasionally we'd drive around one time it almost killed me I got in the back of the truck he wouldn't slow down I could hardly hold on and the cost of doing to was slamming various parts of my body into the bed of the truck every time I landed hellish later he says to me "you better watch out for your brother" I say "why?" "remember how he almost killed us?" yeah, but it seems like the norm around here 010226 ... soia several years earlier I went with my dad one of few camping trips we made alone what do you say to someone you've lived with your whole life and never really known and is now dying? we both we often silent we both were the type to be silent it didn't feel unnatural 010226 ... moonshine I've spent many nights in the high desert with you. Waking in the morning sun, cowering behind your covers. Wanting to be my own sun burst, wanting to be everything. Laying in the sun blinded by its supposed beauty where you to me. Months lost in admiration ended in disgust. My loves still stands in the form of an oceanless desert. Forms you'll never know. 010227 ... birdmad the foothills at the north end of the city and the lightning hallucinations the bats returning to their roost and the sunset viewed from the swingset down the other face of the hill the rhythm of time is merciless 010227 ... dean-bean I like pie. I really wish this entry was about dessert. Then I'd have something to say. As it is its about sand. 010430 ... the swinger of birches i'd like to cross the desert with michael, on a greyhound, past pheonix, and set myself in an okeffe painting, drifting somewhere between the inanimate cattle skull and the living petal. stoking myself with virtual incredulity. 'fusing hope with faith and never missing a beat of metaphorical heart and fluid dream. i want this more than ever. and i'm too impatient to wait. 010502 ... luck is green cold refried beans in a cup... almost like ice cream. 010714 ... moonshine I need playa in my hair and mouth. I need to coolness of the cracks, and the love of the stars. 011113 ... guitar_freak my only home 020220 ... Sonya Our cave complete with a convenient natural bath tub and plenty of space for some rugged blankets. The campfire would crackle gently as our eyes meet. Wild chicken smells good, doesn't it? Keep the comb. It looks better in your hand love. 020619 ... Fido I dream in the impossible hues Of New Mexican dusks and dawns. I should also note, Each night at One I emerge at alone To prance on Everyone's lawns. 041209 what's it to you? who go blather from