Currently Reading The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems: 1937-1952 By Allen Ginsberg, Juanita Lieberman-Plimpton, Bill Morgan see related

A summer of fake moustaches & tie-dye. Ginsberg and gifts. Blue lights. Blue Moons. Hearts beating fast, and it's reciprocal. Metallic taste, metallic tongue. The best 8-8-08 imaginable. And getting lost in brown curls.

I think I may be losing some of my cynicism.

Nah.

Currently Reading Journey to the End of the Night (New Directions Paperbook) By Louis-Ferdinand Celine see related

"I'm going to, though."

Spin spin spin. Holding hands on golf courses. Making beats. Andy Warhol. Doubled over.
We feel like amateurs, but somehow I don't mind.

Currently Reading Orlando: A Biography By Virginia Woolf see related

Old men are talking about golf. It's on the tv. I guess I can see why an old man would find it interesting, but I don't want to think about it enough to actually make it so.

This summer. Bounds and leaps better than anticipated. Adventures. Bright colours and the heat on my back. Wow. I love everyone. The past replaces itself, rewrites. Blurs and is burried. Let's not worry about anything. Let's just feel, eminate. Fill, soothe. Believe.

Currently Listening Only Just Beginning By Jason Webley see related

I am gathering again. Falling back. Coating myself. Paint. Paint. Paint. 

Today I stared at a spot on the wall for half an hour. thoughts getting lost. loster.