Hala pagwarlah mo. fuck you.mao ra na. It's been a while since i posted something. been busy. Anyway, this blog is becoming not too much my own space anymore. We have the bluest skies today. I want to say a big FUCK YOU to my dormant tool. (when I say fuck you nowadays it really means something, not just blurted out)And a big HELLO and "hope you're ok" TO the kid that's been good to me. the spacebar in my keypad doesn't seem to work. And I don't need bad medicine so I hold my thumb from pushing keys on my phone. The lights are out. Been watching LOTR and reading LOTR and reading jim morrisson and reading art and reading rilke and reading minds. ahi. yun, life as is it is in the life of moi. nah, this isn't a journal anymore.....
Yesterday I presented my art to sir sio, I was turning into popsicle when he said the greatest stuff about me and my work....Almost embarrassed me.
I gave away my little baby triceratops to jay.
I tore parts of my sketchpad and made art out of it.
I've become attached to the poetry cd jay lent me: the voices of ralph fiennes, julia roberts, jude law, robin williams, some french guy, one englishwoman, michelle pfeiffer maybe?, samuel l. jackson...etc.
Gonna watch "bus terminal" this monday. chai and vera will be there onstage.
Haven't written anything yet.
Mostly read stuff and watched stuff.
The sky is as blue as the sea.
And the birds sing like the wind.
Randy smiled at me.
peace and love to those who deserve it.
and peace and love to those who don't.
