A Note about myself.

I don't like movie theater popcorn.
My religion is music.
My politics are peace.
The valiant Spaceman Spiff is a hero of mine.

And here's a photo of me at Sasquatch Music Festival, 2012. Washington.

Today's pleasure.

cup of coffee. comfy chair. and a book. don't bother me, i'm reading.

A Note from the backseat

Friday September 21st, 2012

watching the wires slowly dip and raise
between posts and bends in the road
the spinning windmills, half working, half still.
there's something bizarre about it.
but the view keeps changing,
the hills in the distance touch the horizon,
traintracks cutting through once.
those rolling hills are kissing the sky.
i'm jealous, but the view keeps moving.

A Memo from work

beep.beep.beep.
tick.toc.tick.toc.
it is all I hear.
just noise. beep.
the season changes from the window.
all I hear is noise.
tick.toc.tick.toc.
beep.beep.beep.

Note font and color.

These are features I have yet to figure out.
My apologies to those who love a fancy jazzy blog.
"What an awful hostess she was." They will say.
But please note, I'm simply stoned.
Instead of font and color, I present to you a picture I took. It has color.

Somewhere in Berkeley, California. September 2012.

Note the time and date.

Blink. Blink. Blink. blink. Things thought and other things.
The curser just sits there. blink. The mind's a blinking blank.
Please note the time and date. blink. Wasted time wishes for a wash.
Blink. Blink. Blink. publish.