July 13
I am tired…running on empty. Time to shut down ..shut some things out and regroup. I walked near the beach the other day feeding my thoughts to my girlfriend and feeding my dreams out onto the ocean so my Ancestors might catch one or two. Oh please make one come true. Sacredness between man and woman must run deeper then what I have encountered. Disappearing acts become more and more inviting. Walking the streets of NY city trying not to step into dog shit and trying not to run into bad people. Trees and grass and what little sky there is here are like little beacons of light through the dark tunnels of whats hip whats down whats the latest who is so beautiful who is rich who is poor chasing a crack pipe dream who is trying to push bullsh down my throat who is faking it and faking it and faking it and trying to be so cool when they open their mouths and out comes nothing but…. Damb there is that smell again sh…. Here we go again. Tell me in plain words what the F do you “really” want from me. I am an artist and you are?
Some approach you with a slither and some approach with hands and heart wide open. Some approach you with hunger in their eyes for they need to feed off of spirit. Something they lost a long time ago.
