2003-10-11 - 4:44 a.m.
door door door
secret pass age ways
wind ows tunn els
find an opening, dart through.
just add freedom. serves 7
the captains of industry are carousing.
we'll sip lusty drinks on their graves. come, friends, to the pirate time. the systematic destruction of the human soul has progressed far enough. I hereby decree that it stop. we must be too strong, too beautiful to be corrupted.
to speak only of the moon is an aim. to aim is to miss. nevertheless, the moon is full tonight and it fills me as well.
there are four apples in my bed. I fed goats today. I lay in the grass with kylie as the last light faded from the field. to those of you out there who are in my thoughts, let my thoughts touch you like whispering light and the clarity of love. I ate a sandwich with forbidden lovers. I rode my bike more than 5 miles. I ate soy yogurt with granola. I played drums at a going away party and watched fire dancers. a cat named stella licked my fingers. I found more of the best smelling flowers in the world. it's the weekend and time for some well spent craziness laced with sweet solitude. I haven't been alone much lately. I am right now. being alone right now tastes like a piece of banana cream pie made out of moonlight and as big as kansas. sleep will be like falling into flowers. goodbye.
