What a beautiful mother fucking day it was today

 

 Eureka, CA

It's the seemingly small & insignificant things

Today: Coffee and a decadent salad in the morning at the Co-Op where I met the loveliest little man named Anthony Salinger- it was his 61'st birthday. He briefly told me his story over the klamata olive bread I shared with him. His words have left an ever-lasting impact on me (of which he'll probably never know). We agreed to meet in Paris. Afterwords I cozied up a giant bean bag-esq chair in the Eureka library- cooing my crazy, over-analytical brain and jogging in erratic mental circles. Next I went to the bay to soak up the view and couldn't stop smiling. Started re-experiencing past incidents with the mad homeless persons I find myself getting into loaded conversations with regularly. Generally, I am good at concealing my insanity, but in the past few weeks, it's been more difficult. I've become overly introverted and dependent on my imagination for achieving happiness.

Yesterday: A day out of the ordinary. Started the day off with power-slides on the wooden floor and playing in a cardboard box with my favorite three year old- Rocko. I get paid to watch over him, and every time we have a blast. Afterwords I was all jived up on coffee and the ecstasy of feeling like a child that I came home and blasted Michael Jackson, dancing with myself in my temporary, obscure yet humble room. David came over not long after -fast forwarding now a bit- and we went out for sushi. I've never had such amazing miso soup (it was orange in color). Afterwords we relaxed in the hot tubs at Cafe Mokka. That place is magical; I felt as if I had stepped into another place and time- I can't elaborate on that feeling unfortunately. I left feeling so carefree. Maybe it was the wine. I always have the most wonderful and complex  dreams when I fall asleep inebriated.


More pictures soon kitties.

Some new ones

I got the blues

Pretty soon I'll be able to play like this;

Breath in the Air

The night before last I dreamed that I had been exiled; from school, society, everything. I flew away, faster than Peter Pan and went to my special tree, taller than any building I've ever seen. Everything was dark and eerie, with the exception of the colorful beads that hung from every branch. Apparently I had been there numerous times- I had even carved a bed to sleep in- it seemed like home. I was lonely, but happy. I spent most of my time flying and the rest of my time being mischievous in order to get revenge on the society I was no longer a part of.

Lately I have taken more baths than I have in my entire life.
I took one today.
I held my breath underwater until I was about to pass out.
I did this so when I got that first gasp of air; I'd appreciate it like none other- it worked.
Now I'm content just breathing in the air.

Last weekend in Tahoe (on the border of California and Nevada) Needless to say we crossed over to the California side of the lake for our smoking sessions.

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So Tired I Could Lay my Own Soul Down

Self Portrait