some of us are dreamers; i prefer to think all of us are dreamers, like i prefer to believe that all of us can learn to cook nutritious meals; but some of us identify with being dreamers.
last night i worked out some serious shit. anger. injustice. violence.
upon waking, gratitude. i have this current dilemma that is dissolving out of choice coupled with active letting go. easier to say than to do. will power. allowance. acceptance, celebration even. keep on moving and keep it flowing and keep dreaming and keep loving, and don't forget forgiving.
the street was again fragrant with tree scents, moisture. air is clear.
neighbors morning routines, busy. fresh. news radio discussing the history of trade and currency: its roots in government paying soldiers, then creeping down into what is now the psychology of colonization.
on the music side we had depeche mode- i just can't get enough, lyle lovett -i married her just because she looked like you, bryan ferry/roxy music cover of smoke gets in your eyes, and prototype, by outkast. also on music/video side wanna give a shout out to the theme from dirty dancing: gotta hand it to patrick swayze- that dude can dance. the boy was watching that new girl show with zoe dechannel or whatever and she loves that scene. it made me laugh.
was inspired to add car alarm sounds as background to one of my favorite soundcloud musician's tracks- one of the cool things about collaborating with other artists is that we feed each other.
and freewillastrology is pretty fucking good this week. love ya.
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