snow

i hope i die of a broken heart.

there is a line forming outside. they are waiting to drink mango juice. willem dAfoe is riding a camel and i cannot seem to see straight. i shaved my head last friday to watch it fade to red. this rock will cut glass. your face will fall over mine.

and that is all. dreams.

"she's the only one who always inhales...paris is stale..."


i want a penpal. i want friday slumber parties. tonight the drinks are on me. someone.

today was all about cheeseburgers and a sexy waitress outfit. sicily looks really hot right now. london: bikini, rollerskates, sunglasses. reagan needs a disco ball. i want to take missy home in my pocket...

burnt the roof of my mouth.

so...I'm in LA.

my neck itches and i don't really have a whole lot to say. i guess i haven't had much to say in a fucking long time.

meat.


i went out with my wife. we drank cosmos. he got too close to London. i smoked for hours. that was last night.

i am literally counting down the days till i get to LA.


i was hoping to have my new tattoo by the time i shoot my new set...but...waiting. goodbye my sweetheart, hello vietnam.

i really don't have anything to say right now...maybe i'll come back. maybe you will buy me a cheeseburger in LA. maybe i'll makeout with you.

r.i.p. gonzo journalism

oh and yes,...
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umm i can't really say...

LA march 3rd-march 6th

give me your top 3 set ideas....for me, snow

a whiskey kiss, or was it jager

i need a girlfriend, i need more kissing

this journal is burning up

fuck

goonies never say die

Its the beginning of January and everything already looks old. Last year I barely made it out of this town.
I finally left on a train; I left the snow on a train to Eugene. Somewhere between leaving and San Francisco,
the show sold out. My heart ached more in front of 1200 people. January 7th.

This morning I opened my eyes four times before...
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errrrr.


catch phrase of the day is "emo-hot"

well, what the fuck...there is a whole world out here. people. starbucks. scarves. pants.

go-go dancing tonight at doug fir...i'm supposed to be a sexy fuzzy animal, but i think i look more like a barbarian woman. grrrr...i should have brought my axe. at a $20 cover you can still afford to buy me shots...

i'm rambling....
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