may 31

wake up with me and fill my lungs with clean air
I am a deflating tire waiting beneath a car for the green light
walking through confusing and ambiguous dreams
who would want to die and remain forever there

hold me close and define my senseless jargon as something greater

I am the sum of my things

I am a fire to consume it all. money burning on trees.

I am the liar who has more boxes of t shirts than a human needs in order to exist on the earth here. downsize. let it go. this is once. not everything is necessary. did i get enjoyment out of the object briefly? can I look forward to future enjoyment or is it obsolete?

beautiful divine fields

these are found between two open human souls. open fully to new experience and crazily anticipating sobriety and the lack of drinking due to supposed and intense sobriety but the writing process through the drinking has held together that psyche moreso than most other degenerates... as most fall into hiding.

let's communicate in sexual rhythm. watch the sunrise because of our late and crazy night ending such early hours in the morning. the morning of a move! what insanity. the last chance to longboard fully back without committing 30 minutes of balance on jagged roads. oh woe is memory. oh to new beginnings and people making us feel idiotic for our closed off states in lairs of misunderstood hues of strategy. without smoking and anxiety attacks and the feeling of neutral and calm, the awr within, and the respect for all other types increases...

I wish I were not alone in greating this wild day. This work day and the sun was an orange orb in the sky, east of the 101

May 31

Deflate this air mattress with the weight of my dreams . Quote unquote. Watch the sky rise up through dreary morning mists And all feeling of coffee cup daylight in the midst of dreary mist writing like an act of feelings worshiped and regurgitated opinion, a vessel of life rather than a life vessel, with coins on out dead eyes we devolve unceremoniously into animals less developed. Flight reaction with beer tabs involved, a selection of craft beer with the more evolutionary and the terrible feedback with fantastic appraisal post show with a recording of our own show emailed home into our standard wombs. Sky turns in between shades of blue and grey, feeling stupid and reckless enough to write beautiful music and laugh playfully at the idea of waking up so early and testing the body for full endurance but the body must encounter a lot in order to fully accept bounty for compensation. Did they pay you anything? Expect nothing. Play to pay for beer and make it all seem worth it with bills to pay and negative effects of depressing sets with band lonely money stolen and everything. Moving four words. Sky is a lighter shade of grey. In between everything 

excerpt

Lately I’ve been dreaming of rollercoasters and fireworks. Works of art by insane architects, the spines of books burning in mornings glorious. Dreams of velocity and the golden cities of old become new here and now.

Yesterday

Morning glory. Coffee. Black. Woke up at an alarming rate. Bagel with ham and egg. Bob Hope airport. Shuffle all songs. Turn back to listen to a few album cuts. Turn down to speak of education and environmental concerns to weigh in on. We are in agreement. Hugo's Tacos. Perfect timing on used quarters to race against sharks. Malibu Canyon passed Pepperdine. Skip Malibu Lagoon for clearer parking. Move to Topanga Beach for a tan and the meditative calm of a crashing sea. Helicopter lands and takes off again. Low flying billboards. Our skin turns red and we walk along the nice ruins of our mutual respect once burning higher than skyscrapers. Houses on hills. Moon Juice. Perpetuated a healthy mindset for the time being. Fender Roads keyboard and a shoeless jazz jam session. Ping pong. Drum circle. Natural food. Music festival. Delicate drumming as intricate as madness. Return to studio. Wash salt from face and hair. Laurel Canyon to Hollywood. Wander Sunset. House of Blues restaurant. Power outlet. Music piercing through crowds. Let us move our shit through by bumping into people and spilling drinks and they think we are rude for this. Play show and the drums overpowered. Ears shattered. Brains exploded. We left exhausted. Dance party downstairs. Tired dreariness to end.