Friday, February 10, 2012

dear diary



singing.
howling.
howlin wolf!
honda.
fiona.
F R E E .
queen....
queens of the stoneage.
when we cried
(that)
it had died.



punk?
no, drunk.
smoking.
in "my prime"
my sad.



in the shower the other night. steamy little corner in my freezing little house. listening to lana.del.rey.
toni came home came in unexpededly. "this is SO bad," he said. i thought to myself, " how do i translate ::: dude! i like her music. it stays in my head and i want to listen to it! she makes me feel sad, sexy, good and I THINK SHES GOOD! all those fucks that are giving her shit? who gives a fuck. oh, shes not a feminist?!?!?! um, maybe you should take her lyrics as like, um, sarcasm? does she think watching that drunk asshole play video games is really for real amazing?

but he only meant THE sTEAM in my COMPUter was SO bad.


"""
oh.

"...This is my idea of fun
Playing video games

It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you
like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?

""
she says.


Yea ... i get you girl. haters gonna hate.


on the corner today. a woman in her wheelchair.
head titled way the fuck back.
face in the sun.
hand on her dog.
living
and enjoying
her life.



the old mystic into the intimate.reminiscence. gave me a crisp flashing snap of RightNow. and i freaked out.



just light that candle! just chill the fuck out! give that man a hug and play your music. chill the fuck out lady cause THAT'S how the life.goES! ohhhhhhhhhhhhhifinally took a breath right NOW!.


it smells like cinnamon. !!