mediocre at best.

today i'm listening to: massive attack - paradise circus

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(if you like cool stuff- it will make your day.)

in the last week

i've been doing the most outrageous things.

when i say them out loud,

it feels like a five star acid trip

with a cast of characters encompassing

music greats,

power players,

movers,

shakers,

and money makers...

and me.

shit, son.

life is SPARKLING.

 wow. 

on my way to taking over the world.

oh geez.

so if you want to get on my good side...

now would be the time

:)

ha ha.

pffff.

we all know

i'm more coy than fancy.

but

fortunately/unfortunately

time will tell you

i'm not a braggart

i'm a conceptualist.

cuz things are getting crazy.

oh baby and it HURTS SO GOOD.

look at that

old school panache.

i want to send you.
i want to send you each one of my thoughts.
i want to send you letters--
capital letters
and little scribbled pictures
that you'll never crumple up, of course...
because i've sent them to you.
(you'd save each one to never throw away).

i want to send you.

i want to send you into a tailspin.

i want to send you spinning--

but more dizzy than circular

and reeling in laughter

so that your head goes fuzzy, of course...

because i've sent you.

(you'd save money on alcohol this way).

-tm

amelia earhart. whatta pimp.

most rock journalism

is people who can't write,

interviewing people who can't talk,

for people who can't read.

-frank zappa

killer. boots. man.

uh huh-
it's like that.

i'm not trying to impress you,

but i swim without floaties...

old. school. plane. crash.

"damaged people are dangerous.

they know they can survive."

 -Josephine Hart

xoxo. -tory