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fuckin heyyyyyyy babayyys!

my first visit to SGland in 2010. i hope you had a merry rexxmas and a happy new year!

I guess it is an appropriate time for one of those reflective blogs where we talk about what we did in the past year, how we've changed, what it was and what it wasn't, et cetera. et cetera...

i feel that it would only be unworthy and exhausting to try and put my thoughts on all of those matters and the past year into words.

and...who cares, really?

time is just an idea and years are time and just ways for people to maintain organization and routine existence. really life just keeps going on. well, perhaps that isn't true (though truth is relative so fuck it) but it doesn't stop or start to me its all been one great twenty-two year's worth of a year that continues to get better and better.

ohhh, well, for shits and giggs lets have a few brief and photo enhanced memories though, shall we?

2009.

i drove all the way to mexico city with zepp101 with a styrofoam skull on the dash (r.i.p. frankie fuckin bones) all to pretend to buttfuck a large photo of a girl's (quite fine if i do say so myself) ass in the depths of mexico while drinking coffee. and radiohead happened to be playing there, too.



i traveled the entire country by myself for two months with nothing but a small backpack.



I went to vegas at four in the morning and became righteously inebriated off of bourbon and cokes by the time the sun rose. I was there for a total of four hours during which i wandered aimlessly in a beautiful semi-drunken haze writing and thinking and speaking to maniacs.



I slept under a tree in a shipyard in maine after wandering the country by myself for two months atop a pile of free weekly newspapers i had gathered wearing the hoodie that saved my life which i acquired from the wonderful r3x in san francisco.



it was quite a lovely view for a hobo


i shook my ass on a runway in my skivvies to terrible music played by terrible bands all for the love of my local sex shop in richmond, va.



I met an old man in a waffle house by the name of 'uncle jessy' in harrisonburg, va, once, who told me he sold his dentures in a pawn shop in new orleans..or...was it his actual teeth? either way i believe him and am determined to find them, one day. i never did make it to bourbon street after all...

god i wish i had a fucking photo of that man.

alot of other super awesome shit happened but to put a long story short,
its been the best year of my life.

i'm broke, still...fuck it.

"whoever possesses little is possessed that much more: praised be a little poverty!" -Nietzsche

(thanks jesse!)

and now here i am, writing in the midst of this perfect medely:
the smell of pancakes and coffee brewing,
black as the devil's dick in its little black pot
the blues turned down low,
reading bukowski and thinking about
"is there sunshine in all that beer you drink?"
no, not really.
and i've learned this
(yes, i've really learned this, now)
but it tastes delightful
and for whatever reasons other than that,
i will continue to drink it, sometimes.

reasons, reasons, reasons.
you don't need reasons for anything,
they're all mere inventions of the mind anyhow.

i think people waste so much time searching for a reason, an explanation or meaning for all that they do. really they should just shut the fuck up and revel in the fact that they're breathing and that great little seemingly insignificant things are happening all the time for no reason at all.

like little dog snores on a quiet sunday afternoon.
or sharing smiles with strangers.

or realizing that coffee tastes just as good without cigarettes. (FINIS! i quit. )


my journal is long since full and i've yet to replace it and therefore find 2009 tidbits scribbled on random paper scraps that i have no idea when or why at that time i wrote them but its always interesting to find forgotten thoughts and memories and quotes and what-not.

but yadayada PEACE out '09.

now i'm typing at the beehive and my time is almost out as usual and i'm going to walk home soon and read books and drink coffee and make dinner and burn incense and listen to tom waits or the velvet underground, perhaps go out for a drink or maybe just watch the snow fall in the dark, and enjoy all of those seemingly insignificant little things.

i used to hate winter, but now i think its good for the soul.
and its good for bourbon, too.

but fuck! enough about me!
how are you?
what are you listening to?
what are you reading?
what are you wearing?
what are you thinking about?
what are your thoughts on bacon?

tell me everything!

ta'ta now, yinz, thanks for stoppin by