My mind is dreaming, dreamy, and faraway today. I'm not trying to fight any battles or do the right thing, I just want to Be. . . The freedom of writing and imagination are my allies. This entry will be scattered; it will not be a linear narrative.
When
you first start writing...you're scared to death that if you don't get
that sentence right that minute it's never going to show up again. And
it isn't. But it doesn't matter-another one will, and it'll probably be
better. And I don't mind writing badly for a couple of days because I
know I can fix it- and fix it again and again and again, and it will be
better... Morrison
Thanks Mama, I needed that.
it was between this and Carl Thomas's Summer Rain- im feelin like Brasil today
I've been fantasizing about and romanticizing the nomadic life.There's something magical about rootlessness. I live vicariously through this video as I sit with my second coffee of the day, sprawled magazines, and scholarly journal photocopies. final paper sits on another tab, awaiting to be tended.
I found this dope store today and promised myself after I get at least 3 pages of this paper done I can shop- it's called elementality- i'm diggin the aesthetics and the one-of-kindness of it. All of their stuff is made by the artist, for the people.
Elementality http://www.elementalityonline.com/home.html
i mostly love the tattoo placement here- a kiss: simple and clean.
if i weren't a chicken, i'd do it.
I just might snag these necklaces. I love their delicacy and assumed strength.
They are also looking for artists to contribute to the mix... throwin it out there.
k ciao
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