This is at Skatopia. Yup... that's a bus buried under the concrete.

what a great week-end. Sara and I got to spend a lot of time together and that was fantasmic. Saturday I went her mom's house for feasting and the conversation was not nearly as offensive as Sara thought it might be. I had fun.
After that we went to the manor for more feasting. Dave invited several people from his work that I just couldn't relate to. One of the girls said that she would never raise her children in a small town. Personally I think that i'm far less jaded than most of these kids that I meet who grew up here. I think if you meet someone who grew up in a small town anywhere other than the small town then that person is going to have a story. At least they were motivated enough to get out. I know that there is no way that I would be as interested in the world outside of the midwest had I not grown up here myself. It sucked sometimes but I thought it through and it hasn't been so bad. I'm not strung out on smack or crack. That's a good thing.
After much food at my house Sara, Dee, (dee's ex-boyfriend who's name I can never remember) and I went to the GuildHaus downtown for a party/benefit/sale. The dj didn't do as much scratching as I would have liked but he laid down some really good old-school hip-hop tracks. I knew several people there and I mingled accordingly. Todd hooked me up with some beers while we watched people paint on this open canvas. I tagged destroy$ and then spit paint and beer out of my mouth onto my tag. It looked cool and I liked it. Later in the night I decided that I wanted to attach something physical from the party to the canvas. In one of the side rooms were a buch of candles. I took some hot wax and poured it onto the canvas over paint that said life. The party was a blast.
Sara stayed at my house last night and dropped me off in Clifton this afternoon before she went home to pack. 7 days until i'll be in Baltimore.

Sara got into town at like 2am this morning and came to the manor. She scared the crap out of actually. I didn't think that she would show up until this morning.
Even before she got into town I could feel my inspiration coming back. I just got done playing guitar and it was better than I've played in weeks.
I hope everyone has a happy Day of Thanks.
I'm thankful that my dad is recovering well. I don't know when I'll be able to go see him. I'm sure he wishes I was there. It's rare that I miss out on free food.

I just put in a 5 hour day working here at the studio. Woo-hoo! Good thing I've been sleeping for the past week. I'm ready to shower, shave and draw on the wall in my room. I need to get my train tickets tommorow. I'm leaving to go to Baltimore for a week on the 5th. I'm so excited. I'm outside the bubble. I wonder what it's like in there?

I've been having a terrible spurt of non-writing. I sat down to work out a song and was left with nothing good and a silent room. It sucked. It felt good to be productive today though. The studio always makes me feel better.

I've been unable to talk to Sara all week-end. THis makes me sad. I don't know if she's coming home tonight or tommorow. I can't wait to see her.

Hey, it's hard to be a rock-star.

I'm feeling much better. I had a good relaxed day and it was nice. I wrote this last night I think.

I don't feel like writing
it's been this way for days
I've not seen the highway
but I hear it calling my name
it sounds like rain
on a cold tin roof
sounds like a wind
whispering
your name

I'm far from the summer
of fire escape adventures
when home was just
a matter of imagination
now i'm here
wherever that is
no clue to destination
I'm just too foggy
to see the path

The highway is for gamblers
croons yesterdays byrds
my sandlewood memory cries
tragedy on old 66
before that in Baja
sage burning shift
down starlight screeches
and no-where beaches
but anyway

I thought about your
Baltimore bubble
and I need new air
I just don't know
if car, bus or train
can get me there
fast enough
for Love


THat helped me a lot... just writing again feels awesome.

I feel like I'm disappearing. Can you see me? I'm just so tired and want to go home.
Good night darling.

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Less hair... more angst

I'm really not happy that it's cold.

I guess I'm not going to be working at the telemarketing place anymore. I don't know.

I'm pretty bummed out about the election. I think the american public either got fucked or they really believe that a fundamentalist capitalist fascist is a good thing for this country.

no satisfaction
in the distraction
of inevitability

is it too much
to ask for some
security

Maybe procure
a new identity
so no one will
see my failures

But you know
how the story goes
and my songs
are always out of key

the caged bird sings
with broken wings
to remember
the feeling of freedom

I am the product of
my own production
but who's making a profit
from my thrift-store prices