its a nervous tick motion with your head to the left

Three road trips. Three friends.

my soul is seeking the blind underneath the graves of defeat

Dear blog, it has been a long time.
i fear my life and creativity has become less, well, creative, since we last spoke. Come to think about it, it never really was creative.

I long for the days when i will use my brain to its full capacity.

I look for the eye of detail in the lands of stubbornness.

Music, Graphics, Dance, and Comedic Stance are what i long for. What i contemplate. My ideas don't translate.

i twist and turn in confusion, not my own, but in others confusion for what i am saying.

... kinda like now.

i stop. i wait. and then i do a little dance... contemplate the world and everything, the number 42. and then i demonstrate the weight of a grey whale, balancing on a white square plate.

(hmm i don't know where that came from it just came out)

if you want to destroy me sweater

you are an island

I got a job working at All mobile auto grpahics and signs, Steves old job. Im greatful for it.
Altho it is a blessing, it seems to be a curse.
I havent got in service since i started.

I feel sick inside.

i miss my people.

MUNN

Steve left today...

i dare not speak his name