jnthn

Hibernating in the fall-weather we're having here. drag out every last second of being in "my place". sitting for hours, maybe typing to you, but with the window open, sounds of the city, the construction noise fades with the sun and becomes the chatter fade in fade out of the neighborhood, be it suburbanite pests for the new years in Adams Morgan, or local thugs out til 2am w/Dancehall and RnB clacking out of their hooptie, doors open. I like the peace and the breeze, the dim light of orange ikea spread on me like eternal tequila sunrise (how I'm livin', but it's sunset, deary)...peace. I don't have any more reservations about the future, the main drudgery of the first loads out of the way, it's on to being sorted and realizing that I'm not starting this off in a deficit situation, but rather enough padding to move on up and out and possibilities like they've never been. It's not the new year, fuck that! imagine seeing your least important, yet somehow important, posessions arranged nicely in a storage space and locking the door. I can have all I need fit in my front seat (if you give me an iPod!). The Feb project is getting restless which means it's a go and that means March and April are already covered, plus the other band's EP we just did has them sold, so that may be March project. Iceland in February? A week roadtrip following SG in the beginning of Feb if the show is good. Why not, it's not like I've been burning a path up and down 95 for the past 4 months. Friends all over, too many couch offers to mention...Europe and Japan next. I visualize, I get what I want. Being a brat has its benefits.
I want you, I know that much. And a couple weeks to get sorted, and that brings us back to now and peace and mindfulness and ready to go and the silence is broken by bad bad noise coming through the wall. Bring back the RnB through the window.

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for no reason whatsoever....I'm dragging this along to the next jrnl
a violent beach, fall, the cape maybe no shelter, wreckless thoughts, not alone, wind whipped, darkness, a medium chill, watery eyes, empty stomach, the twilight zone, paranoid lust, fever, the ocean, the waves, the dusk, the salt, his hands, her mouth, she aches, he's invisible, they wander, they stumble, they tumble, they rumble, she bleeds no blood, he feels no pain, the ocean roars, the wind laughs, he cries like a wolf, she cries to herself, the ocean is indifferent, the ocean takes them away.