ok, so im coming down with something, i feel that phlemness in my lungs, i think my body has been fighting it these past two days, but i am going to seek narcotic aid.
regardless i still went biking dowtown after work, to go to the tams.
its kinda hard to fuck up the sound of tams, regardless of how inexperienced or cracked some people get.
the drum is the hearbeat.
and if its the heartbeat, for that one sunday, there is a more obvious sense of connectedness, you get what i mean?
well i doubt you do, because im having trouble describing it any further.
like when astronauts are in space, and they take a look at our earth, moon and sun, and see how much we are all the same, we or a collective organism in this universe, we all breath, we all die. together we make noise whether it be of tears or laughter. we are all one. yet to each their own.
i had a nice mix of music on the way their, it distracts me from the city's noise pollution.
when i think about it, i get irrational, when 10 cars pass me and i breath in their fumes, only to see there is one occupant per vehicle. once again. to each their own, i can't tell them not to do that, but i sure wish they wouldn't.
i got to remove my headphones, and listen as i biked through the ghettos, primarily parc x, where floods greeks once came in. there was still a cafenio, little place with two tables outside and 2 afetiko magges sitting with their diplo metrio, koboloi, and tsigaro. it made me smile.
through jarry parc, was the soccer fields overflowing with players, some really awesome kite flyers, moms and kids, and girls singing to their friends guitar strumming, this innocent voice, high in pitch yet soft in tone...
going down parc avenue brought memories of my bud ettienne, he's doing a bid in texas now. another year and half to go, half way through his sentence. passed by all these greek restaurants, and community centers, i find it funny they are still there. even a restaurant called zorba's....
around the plateau was awesome people walking and biking partout. i recognised some musicians i admire, who play some dirty good soul in the underground. living their lives...
and then i was connected with the heart beat.
now im eating a frozen banana i forgot in the fridge, its kinda like icecream, banana icecream.
time to take a shower.
peace fellow organisms.
regardless i still went biking dowtown after work, to go to the tams.
its kinda hard to fuck up the sound of tams, regardless of how inexperienced or cracked some people get.
the drum is the hearbeat.
and if its the heartbeat, for that one sunday, there is a more obvious sense of connectedness, you get what i mean?
well i doubt you do, because im having trouble describing it any further.
like when astronauts are in space, and they take a look at our earth, moon and sun, and see how much we are all the same, we or a collective organism in this universe, we all breath, we all die. together we make noise whether it be of tears or laughter. we are all one. yet to each their own.
i had a nice mix of music on the way their, it distracts me from the city's noise pollution.
when i think about it, i get irrational, when 10 cars pass me and i breath in their fumes, only to see there is one occupant per vehicle. once again. to each their own, i can't tell them not to do that, but i sure wish they wouldn't.
i got to remove my headphones, and listen as i biked through the ghettos, primarily parc x, where floods greeks once came in. there was still a cafenio, little place with two tables outside and 2 afetiko magges sitting with their diplo metrio, koboloi, and tsigaro. it made me smile.
through jarry parc, was the soccer fields overflowing with players, some really awesome kite flyers, moms and kids, and girls singing to their friends guitar strumming, this innocent voice, high in pitch yet soft in tone...
going down parc avenue brought memories of my bud ettienne, he's doing a bid in texas now. another year and half to go, half way through his sentence. passed by all these greek restaurants, and community centers, i find it funny they are still there. even a restaurant called zorba's....
around the plateau was awesome people walking and biking partout. i recognised some musicians i admire, who play some dirty good soul in the underground. living their lives...
and then i was connected with the heart beat.
now im eating a frozen banana i forgot in the fridge, its kinda like icecream, banana icecream.
time to take a shower.
peace fellow organisms.
sofia:
CLOUDS!!!