Friday, October 16, 2009

"my bird gonna sing." - K - it eats carbon dioxide. let the spirit move you, but quit steppin it squeaks. All I can think is how bad ass the Wood Brothers are. thumpin bass riffs, sweet blues sounds. and so much more...utter relaxation and groove. glowing fireflys light up the autumn night. this is like memories man, it glows in the dark.

J-
I was blessed twice by the Ortega Almighty. How much luckier could one be? Maybe lucky enough to be able to sport a t-shirt of the night, hand woven with real-live lightining bugs (the new haute couture). They illuminate the eye and the soul. It is said that bugs are to alleviate the mind from death and life, that we ought to realize that for some, life is a mere few days.. all the while we count down the days, living each one like the next, day after day, after day.




i i i i i i i imaginary number you've ensenar to show to teach - ur gonn you're gonna be going to be a doctor you're gonna be going to be a pro bono lawyer you're gonna race the Iditarod... because you're the future - red illuminate + screamin' loud - orange orb - still in waking state of dreaming state - ghoulish shadow of tree waving on neighbor's siding - stood there like possessed someone - hands on clock all melted m really that ugly pixelated never ever she is visiting from nowhere nowhere take care of yourself & be careful be careful

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