I wake up every morning to a song in my head. No necessarily in my heart because that would be corny. I can't stop listening to Eisley. Telescope eye's.
"Your ability to prosper and flourish may require you to spend time in the metaphorical equivalent of a large blaze. Don't worry for your sanity or safety. Just as the seeds in jack pine cones can tolerate temperatures of 1,700 degrees Fahrenheit, you will be very hardy. P.S. Your first trial by fire may begin any minute now."
Your artwork is so hot. I was checking out banners a bit ago and came across a really cool one you made - I don't know who the girl is but I really like it. If you ever had the time and the desire to, I would love a banner by you to put on my boyfriend's photography website, which is www.migueledwards.com. That would be rad.
ouch - such exquisite darkness... feeling ok?
i can relate a bit more than i'd like to, frankly
...regardless, ran into the talented mandala just the other day and he told me that you guys were back from the land of the dancing sun - can it be true? does this mean we're gonna all hang out soon? i miss everybody.
please look out for yourself, wouldja? you rock. and i can't 'daddy' from this far away! curse you stupid physics *shakes fist*
re: above - implied plagiarism my ass. *raspberries* I quote songs and shit in my journal all the time, it's not like a fucking publication for chrissakes it's a personal _journal_. your journal. and a damn fine one, though I'm sorry you're blue