collective.

lesser.mammal

a humorous day. lots of spills. a bit off schedule, but what is schedule anyway. schedule is now. and now is anything you want it to be. for real.

it is okay.

the thighs are feeling alive. soon the upper body as well. developing a healthy routine for the body.

and now this is the third.

soon will be rolling on the sweetest of rides.

more later.

but it is not this clear as of late.

check.point

we made it. it is the first thursday in november. the show is installed. meg.o is in the air.

finally i will have the opportunity to catch up. recompose. relax.

full cycle?

thinking of habits, events, situations. thinking of repeating them. thinking of coming back around, only in a spiral.ish scenario where you can see where you were last time you came around that bend, but actually now you are bumped to the left a bit...following a different sting.

coming back to music...so sound and noise. the sense of hearing. the sense of feeling. i am on a new path with the audible world. it is nice to be here. this voice project is breaking down walls.

and what is happening with......? what? what!

thick with headache.

so sensitive to light and sound. thses shades are a blessing. i begin to get dizzy without them.

i am changing my name.

you may call me 'pablo'.

septiembre.

porque no?

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'the aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely, aware.' ((henry miller))

heart.

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.of the.

charcoal drawings.night previous
sorest shoulder blades.year, so far
end.weekend

wild honey pie.

zoe and i in the basement singing along with otis. the records sound so nice with my old reciever and speakers. the snares rattle when we get in the upper registers.

the change of seasons is official today. down.pouring rain. cold fingers and toes while biking. but it is time for soup. and hot tea. and hot americanos. and much work in the studio. in the land.

red lips and gold eyeliner. glass didn't even recognize me at the airport. not at first.
red lips at the puppet show. i couldn't dress up anything else.
red lips.

my world is new. fresh. wonderous. inspiring. exciting.
i have entered a new time. everything has shifted. i have a better handle on my sensitivities. they don't affect me as much. i don't let them. i can even use them to my benefit. i have a surplus of creative energy i have been saving in my recent years of being so guarded. and scared. and observant. the fun is that i have unleashed it. and now it is carrying me. i am ready for the ride.

and it is so nice to listen to the white album. the first time i ever heard the white album was in minneapolis. in the attic room. six years ago.