idallassleeping less and reading more

I am just getting over a rather vicious cold. I’m happy about that.

I also have revived my old Mac yet again. I think it’s going to stay with me for awhile this time.

I’m using the new Preview Release 3 of Netscape 6 to write this. It actually seems to work ok. Cross your fingers!

I am going to finally get license plates for my car I bought a year ago tomorrow. Whee!

Life is moving along. That it is.
I started a new track tonight.

If you haven’t heard my latest project, feel free to check it out and let me know what you think…

The Track.

I also went grocery shopping today. Finally! That makes me feel so good for some reason. I really should do it more often.

Ok, and for reading all that, a quick poem.

Lots of love, I tell you now.
I have some left, still somehow.
I pour it out, left and right,
in between and around those fist-fights.
I am lover, it’s true indeed,
but I don’t take any shit, either!

Sometimes, it actually pains me to see so many fancy girls while I’m driving through some parts of LA. There’s so many people with plenty here, and so many people with needy elsewhere.

I do realize that these are different worlds, and you have to adopt some somewhat unique living patterns to get along in LA. It’s a strange sort of place. Love it, I do not. Hate it, I do not either. Like it… sometimes.

I just hope the people with the fancy cars around here do think about it once in awhile. Just some thought.
We can hope.

A blessing in disguise. That’s what I need. Maybe that’s why I’m going to have another masquerade ball. I need to get rolling on that.

There’s a pain in my head. It’s not really a physical pain, but just some sort of feeling I can quite feel. It’s keeping me from doing the things I feel I need to do, and that’s just adding to the so-called pain. I can’t sleep because I slept 12 hours last night, but I am too tired to do anything else, really. I have been dreaming about girls lately. Different girls. Girls I used to knew. Girls I would like to know. Girls I have never known and will never know. It all comes back to the same thing, I suppose.

And it’s all about a touch or a kiss. Something that seems so simple when you do it, but that somehow manages to stay with you forever. It’s too bad I can’t appreciate it for how special it is when it’s happening, you know?

Perfect. Nothing is.
Nothing will be. Nothing should be.
Trust, faith, whining memories. Draperies hiding the truth. Sadness welling up in my eyes. Crayons drawing nothing on butcher paper. Chopped up animals hanging on hooks and I can’t care.
Dying willows and barking dogs with nothing to eat.
There is more to this than that. There is more. There must be. I have a feeling about something absurd. Why do my feelings come out so erratically?

I would like to cry right now. It seems that might help. I will not feel this way in the morning. I cannot allow myself to sleep for so long tonight. I won’t. I need to be excited again. It happens, sometimes.

Drain. Drudge. Heavy.
Axe handle.
hear the hum.
Tropical is next weekend. We met people at the last Tropical.
It’s all about the house music vibes. Feel the vibe. Ahahaa…

more words.
more
more.
I have more.

pummel me with your favorites.