Tuesday:

I went out and bought some camping gear today! A sleeping bag, and a mat, and a fleece top sort of thing. I’m all ready to be outdoorsy now. A bunch of us are planning to head out to Catalina Island next weekend. I might end up in a kayak for the first time ever. I’ll try to get somebody with a digital camera to give me some pictures to post.

ok. a quick poem:

laughter
and smelly hyenas
darts narrowly missing my brow

dynamite
and poison arrows
blocking my path to you

feelings
of love and confusion
and I close my eyes to the sun.

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Tuesday:

I live in a mental monopoly.

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Wednesday:

3 pretty big major arguments this week so far.
ergh.

I’m letting life get to me.

Maybe that’s good?

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Wednesday:

I think I’ve freed myself from one of my more recent traps. It might be a bit harsh to think of it as a trap. Maybe it’s just more of a distraction… or obstacle… or false clue. Something like that. Not quite that negative, though.

Anyway, I’m optimistic about the future.

Monday:

hilarious emphasis on the one and the two
royal hineys shiny and wet
likeable and lickable reductionary casings
regal begals sniff their way into and out of trouble

ahah. that made very little sense.
I guess I’m not really a genius. Sorry to dissapoint.

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Monday:

silly greetings overheard
meaningless laughter waning
everyone has to grow up.
some people just admit it sooner.

Saturday:

moaning softly to myself,
I roll over and nuzzle my face into the pillow.
Another estatic dream keeps me wishing morning will never come.

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Saturday:

Last night’s festivities soured a bit somehow. I was in a good mood all day, and even more so after seeing the Afro-Cuban All-Stars. Then toward the end of the evening, I found myself arguing about things that I don’t think can be fixed. Maybe that’s the problem… That I seem to think it can’t be fixed. I dunno.

Whatever.
I started on a pretty neat track today…

Tuesday:

What’s with all the frickin’ rewinds at these superstar drum n bass parties?

I go to hear the music, not watch the DJ’s masturbate themselves with their popularity. God-dang.

Whatever… they play their own records most of the time, which is cool and all. And I’m glad they are getting the recognition they definitely deserve. But I just wanna dance, you know?