nearly five months in LA and i finally have my first day in and it feels amazing.
on the agenda:
lie down... for the sake of lying down.
read chapter 5-8.
listen to the pixies, radiohead, the flaming lips (yeah that kind of day).
eat peanut butter with my finger.
write down a plan.
read chapter 5-8.
listen to the pixies, radiohead, the flaming lips (yeah that kind of day).
eat peanut butter with my finger.
write down a plan.
watch the room go from light to dark though the day.
stare at that beautiful fucking ceiling and let it all flow through.
on the mind:
i miss 90's alt. no one does it like that anymore.
i forgot how doing nothing and seeing no one can feel so good.
my imaginary museum installation.
how i can draw/paint clouds.
how old my moms getting.
velouria.
how much i want to be more like my brother and how amazingly philosophical he's getting.
where i could possibly find that Jesus coloring book.
my plan and where India fits... and it fits.
getting lost in Barcelona.
that beautiful fucking ceiling... blank canvas for my thoughts to splatter on.
i miss 90's alt. no one does it like that anymore.
i forgot how doing nothing and seeing no one can feel so good.
my imaginary museum installation.
how i can draw/paint clouds.
how old my moms getting.
velouria.
how much i want to be more like my brother and how amazingly philosophical he's getting.
where i could possibly find that Jesus coloring book.
my plan and where India fits... and it fits.
getting lost in Barcelona.
that beautiful fucking ceiling... blank canvas for my thoughts to splatter on.
lying down alone never felt so good.
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