July 31, 2002 -

walking stumbling falling in the darkness of a pennsylvania night...

the stars are loud in the clear air of unityville...

i melted into a stage once, it was at the knitting factory gazing at múm play their brand of mindwarp...

soft experiments in the wild air of nyc that lull the crowd to a standstill of heartbeat and a rush of adrenaline to applaud their crafted wizardy...

please smile my nose bleed wet my eyes as the memories flooded my mind of a lil blue room in hell where the best love took place...

favorite band of all time is not enough to explain force and power that is yr mind cant escape...

crashing into brooklyn to see of a stranger that had a nice roof...

the bois next door were playin that good old fashion le tigre which provoked non-stop dancing...

the boy with the thorn in his side really has a bush in his back pocket...

dissapointed with new songs by the one and only person who could write songs...

losing the piano kills the beat and meaning...

loss of experimentation leads to a narrow path of bordom...

god knows i know i've thrown away those graces...the belle of new orleans trying to show me once how to tango...

meaning clarity distance engulf me with yr words and push me away with yr synthesizers...

goals arent reached until the greenbacks are in my pocket...

no work to be done in hell so we leave for a little help from our friends...

if a person leaves and becomes a hippie on a mountain full of buddhists why would they want to come back to white trashville???

endings loss awakening supply bites...