mountains and time

not much to say. internet is not calling me. has nothing to do with “friends.” always enjoy friends. internet is not friends. internet sometimes connects you with friends. sometimes feels like friends. sometimes sounds like friends. is not friends. internet is sound letric thought music news news fuck machine life robot chair. that being said and done, i still mourn and remember layne staley. muhfucka. rooster ain’t dead yet hailno. he’s just bobbin around loud yellow stoned in george carlin’s cocina.
man. someone mentioned the acoustic song i wrote back in the days (1995?) called The Girl From the Corner Store. (god has it been THIRTEEN YEARS??) it’s a sweet little love ditty, a cute but heartfelt pop tune that i wrote to serenade a girl who was a huge part of my life for a while. it’s been a long time since i played it, and i was totally taken by surprise when it actually brought tears to my eyes. and i wasn’t sure why i was crying. that’s not supposed to happen. it’s a sweet song, a serenade, a proposal, a pure love song.
actually that’s a lie. i know why. i just didn’t expect the reaction. 
sometimes life’s a ***** and then you live. and you live. and live. and live. and you keep living. and there is nowhere to go but on. and on. and on. and on. and that’s if you’re lucky!
beautiful sunrise this morning. time to honor it by sacrificing two beautiful eggs and a whole city of beautiful coffeebeans.

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08.22.08 / 8am
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