All that surges in my veins are beats of something long gone.
It picked up, ran off, shattered in the sudden cold.
Illusions of sympathy drip from mouths that know the warmth of love and comfort.
You did this. You left me. You might have just killed me.
- Music:- My Patch [
- Music:http://blip.fm/~f3mdp
- Music:M
Rolled over too late after a sleepless night. Sun made the day start quick, but
my feet were swimming about parking lots for the rest of the day.
Hair plastered and dripping, mood following. Pants after pants after pants
To no avail. Late in the evening, empty handed, I cut a path of light into the rain's resulting fog and back
to the spot where I stop my motion box for each night.
Icing from the jar. It was a day.
"Smile though your heart is aching. Smile even though it's breaking."
5AM: Unable to sleep for a need to say three words that just wouldn't
spill from my lips into your ears. In twelve hours, the rain would fall here the same way
it fell there when everything went just right, though there was water
on concrete and fire.
I asked and something listened. Glad to have you, wish I could be there.
"There's just too much goddamn beauty."
- Location:Conyers, GA
- Mood:
thankful - Music:blip.fm
Spent the day in a haze staring at little bouncing pixels and
letting waves tickle at my ears and
bristle my senses. Blue inside and out, variegating moods from deep tired
to a lighter shade of nostalgic and finally a seafoam optimism.
Ping.
- Location:Conyers, GA
- Mood: full
- Music:Scream - Michael Jackson with Janet Jackson
- Music:-
- Music:ost Ra
- Music:d Lik
Summer has been full of lazy skies and wilting love. The ArtBlog was held up by a move to suburbia, which will easily squelch any wriggling creative thought for those of us with little drive. Must admit to being short of motivation in the past months as many changes occurred in the layout of my existence. As the proverbial cheese is moved, the artistic center of the brain fires tiny pistons sending shock waves through its own core, in essence self destructing. The rennovation and rehabilitation process has taken these months of practical silence. Slowly scratching the feet back into the dust and rocks of a new path; stitching the holes in my old mindset with patches and wires to reroute the energy for bigger and better things. This year should be full of new abilities and endeavors. Season begins 15 August 2009 and travels indefinitely into futurespace.
Feet on the floor; extend knees; one foot in front of the other; keep it simple.
- Location:Conyers, GA
- Mood:
awake - Music:blip.fm - my new station: OliveArt
- Music:rel - Our Lang
- Music:W
Trying to glide through the days despite the yells and strife of the
lovliest room mate there ever has been. Needing to get back into the shop and
play with the little electric colors. Need to lay one on the other and mix
until satisfied. But all this after pouring out the Irish Folklore pail.
Lifting.
- Location:Downtown Atlanta
- Mood:
lethargic - Music:Chairlift
Many days without writing, but the eyes never stop blinking
and the machine never ceases whirring.
Preparing to leave the land of sliding machines that carry,
up and down; side to side; to and fro; stop and go.
A bitter-sweet reunion with multitudes of grass, blossoms, and silence.
Soon to work for wages in the hopes of northward migration.
Looking, always.
- Location:Downtown Atlanta
- Music:The Best of Led Zeppelin
Beauty fades for some each day and as I zipped back, I felt the vicarious loss
of something lovely. The honey melted off and soured, but my feet
keep bouncing: rubber on water on stone; and rhythm keeps my eardrums in place.
Sitting in the sunlight of a cafe with familiar gloom across the table
is hard to stomach when you've got to re-diagnose the end.
I'm taking the next role; roaming independently.
A sociable soiree for the holiday; nature's hug.
- Location:Downtown Atlanta
- Mood: chipper
- Music:Elbow - Cast of Thousands
Speeding through sunrise to find new places where didgeridude plays with Fonzi
late into a night of beats and vision. Sun streets full of whistling air
make my hair dance with my walking feet. Keep the beat, speed the gate,
dancing in my seat on the long asphalt slide up to the mountaintop.
Glide from past to future legend.
- Location:Greenville, SC
- Mood: indifferent
- Music:Beck - Modern Guilt
Annual One: Since the car was packed tight, the nerves were all jumping electric, and salt crackled cheeks.
Annual 21: Weak as the first day.
Consolidation is the name of the game as the days come
quicker than my mind works of late. This tired year of anxiety is creeping further
into my heart, making my roots grow up to frozen ground.
Slip on.
Slow on the pick up, loss of a voiceboy, wishing the hot-n-heavy air would stay away a little longer.
Twirling the machinery to produce a new project for the coming weeks.
Archaeology: Ya dig?
- Location:Downtown Atlanta
- Mood: apathetic
- Music:Four Tet- Rounds
Failure to launch due to stress from the conscience and great fatigue.
Nonetheless, arose today to be pelted by heavy April snow and raging winds that aimed
to prevent me from my anthropological studies - but the dedicated
are triumphant. Wisconsin Day in Atlanta!
- Location:Downtown Atlanta
- Mood:
tingly - Music:Audio Bullys
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