october 18, 2001 -

performance..art.. mick jagger looking dangerously androgenous.. strange and a "cult" film the man tells us before viewing.. imatation of the swinging 60's in london.. what was going on? apparently drugs, sex, and rockandroll

school is tiresome and i need to go to england today, tomorrow.. soon.. passport must be taken care of tomorrow morning.. music is all around radio station previews and reviews and just so much good music out there now.. we eat it all up like noodles with eggplant and garlic.. i like sending mail to suds, creativity blossoms with eat coming letter/parcel.. but it is only in response to her amazingly crafted envelopes which now all hang on my ever growing colorful white bare walls.. and i am reading a story for you too. the metamorphosis.. about a man who turns into an insect and it is short like my sentences.. and fast like the days weeks months.. low are playing tomorrow and i have to work, this will be the third time i am missing them due to work. gigs are not the same without suds and i only want to see bands with her.. it just feels right when she is by my side and in my arms swaying back and forth.. to these boys: