feel up

and then this

we painted the curb yellow

we can call it paradise

the 80's
yoga teacher tried to kill me
savasana

hell, with soundtrack

sirens were quiet; could not figure out the recording transfer

today, white vans
other cars or perceived cars

phases, the f u phase, the laugh phase, the sweet phase, the down
the world is so large so small phase
the itch
the nails did

when there is nothing

surrender

the horn going off is too distant to struggle against, and it will stop. they all eventually do. there, it stopped.

there will be more noise. there will be more stillness. who are we, so privileged, to witness?

simplicity, the breath. the day. the child. the friend. the smile.

night biking

with headphones

and, bees.

and bird gurhls

crush

where i get information

In Plato's Theaetetus, the ancient Greek philosopher Socrates spoke derisively about people who are eu a-mousoi, an ancient Greek term that literally means "happily without muses." These are the plodding materialists who have no hunger for divine inspiration and no need of higher insights about reality. They mistakenly believe that in order to be real, a thing must be perceivable by the five senses. They aren't trustworthy. - freewillastrology.com

and, dreams. 'cause in dreams it still exists that cats guide us and worlds go on along side ours, in the same spaces we inhabit, we think, alone. 

we are killing ourselves on the other side of the world

what comes after hurt/death?

the oasser by's quote of the day is. 'you know what's funny about the universe?'

other noises of late in the paradise of 21st street: good rap, and did i already mention the cat?

i left a bowl of water out for it.

not pretty