The Band.
The Land of Sahara Lotti
a book tightly shut is but a block of paper……..inside my brain…….my brain is still not tired…biting your lip.
It’s challenging to not say something when you feel like you really, really, really want to say something. Having the last word — who doesn’t suffer from wanting that? Who doesn’t want to be understood? Who doesn’t hate being misunderstood… But I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no reasoning with delusional. Let it be. Save your energy. Use it to create something great. The Universe will take care of the rest. You dig?
And the answer is no…
I’m referring to the post I made in September begging the question: “Is it possible to truly forgive without being haunted or tormented by the past?” I’m sure it is — but not for me. The ego is a funny thing. It tends to want to rewrite the past and hopes if it goes down a road again the past could somehow be changed. There is no rewriting the past… there’s only writing the future.
Can humans truly forgive and move forward without being haunted or tormented by the past? Is it possible to start from scratch with a clean slate? “Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.” -Bob Marley
Will let you know…
Die over this track.
another friday in los angeles
Mack my fur beast/love of my life/son/soulmate had a root canal yesterday. Not only did he get a root canal, he also got a composite filling. Yes, you heard that correctly. As my extremely astute friend Rachele put it, “it’s not like you have to pay for his college tuition. $2000.00 on a root canal is the least you could do.” Good point. Anyhow, he’s doing well. I think, or I hope, he enjoyed the drugs while they lasted.
On another note, it really amuses me when my mother writes things like “omg” on facebook. It lets me know she’s staying hip with the times.
P.S. My blog got hacked by radical Arab muslims. Only lasted less than 24 hours. But it was fun while it did.
UNKLE burn my shadow
Hello Blog World. It’s me. I’m listening to a lot of music which clearly means one thing… I’m actually getting some work done.
Pretty perfectly intense.
decisions, decisions.
I’m sitting here in front of my computer listening to some African song i just found. Amazing. Amazing. Anyway, then bon iver came on in the mix… took me back to a place. At present I should be crying about one guy in particular, but then this song comes on and it reminds me of another. And for a moment i thought… “i wonder which guy i should cry about?” Geez. I’m really just a writer writing and living my stories aren’t I? … only to find that none of it’s real anyway. Andale.
Twit, twat, text.
I can’t blog, twit, facebook, tumble, text, email and write in one life. That’s insane. Also, it’s bad business to use all my creative energy on things I don’t get paid for.
I’m in San Francisco for the Thanksgiving weekend. Don’t know what it is about NorCal but i just want to sleep when I’m here. That could be for a myriad of reasons – such as, it’s boring? Or maybe it takes me back to when i was a kid and I always had to get up for school and all I ever wanted to do was just SLEEP and it seemed like I never got to. Well, now… I can. Life in high school sucked – I was restricted in every way. Sure I didn’t have any responsibilities but I was also totally limited in what I could experience. I prefer it like this!
2011 around the corner. 2010 was decent. But 2011 is going to be YEE HAW.
