Why I have a psychedelic record collection:
To dance in and out of darkness into the rays of various lava lamps with the lady that I will someday fall in love with. Until she comes into my life there is a pretty intense punk collection that gets spun quite frequently. Some classical, progressive, a tad of metal, and hard rock also rotate in the current times. I must admit that I should have some vintage Pixies on vinyl, but the cds have worked so far.
I am alone because I am just too picky… and it is better to be this way than any other;)
Time for Another Adventure
Carbondale, New Mexico, and Cali prepare for some upbeat!
Please forget that I asked anything at all
as if I knew you or something
Thank God I don’t
Why waste time asking questions
when there are no responses?
Better things to do
There are respectable people
to make time for
So I have no more time to waste on even a thought of you
Berry picking black raspberries and some mulberries. I hope to do this for the next week or so.
Made it back to purgatory. I hope to be berry picking in the next week if not sooner.
Okay so I have never been to a whore house!
I did not know that “motel” meant prostitutes, drugs, and robbery… and probably some serious violence (self-defense on my part… and for the smashed up Geo Metro car which is by far the superior vehicle in the lot- sad but true! Look, when I pulled up there was no one here. Well, after i paid the bill… too long of a story). Oh, look another customer just pulled up. So if you don’t see any more posts here the entire frickin’ ring of drug dealers AND prostitutes ganged up on me, killed me, took my camping stuff (but that won’t help them because their social security doesn’t teach these fuck ups how to do (holy crap- another “customer”) anything but sponging, and my car gets stolen. Hip hip hurrray! Hip Hip Hurrraaaaay! Hip Hip Hurrrrrraaaaaay!
So I think “art hop” artists got vey upset that I labeled my project “Hop Art” on You-tube. It interferes with their searches for whoever knows why. The video is under “Dust by Dust” It is still 9 minutes long and a black and white icon. I did not change the title. It is just another technological cruckster. “Hop Art by Dust” could probably work as well.
Forget the roses… I stop to smell the wild flowers, visit a castle, a swamp, and climb a tree afterwards. I admit that I looked for wild berries and only found unripees.
In Ohio for one day and it has been a moving creative day of artistic measurement. I don’t publish the good stuff on my blog anymore. I use the goodies in my future publishing… very rarely Facebook.
A Good Habit of Self Respect
When I ask a person a question via cyberspace and they do not reply, I have nothing more to do with that being. If someone asks me something I answer. I do not spit in their face and ignore them. It is a person’s right not to answer a question, but if I get slighted by such disrespect, do not ever label me a “friend” because you will eventually be outright defriended fraud. Friendship has never been or ever will be a word that I use lightly, and I don’t ask that many questions (face to face or on a date is a different story). So if you are reading this and you were wondering why I have nothing to say to you anymore- Good news: now you know;) You never were my friend and you probably never learned how to be one.
I can’t describe how much glee there is in being wrong here.
I thought that not drinking for a year would kill my creativity and urge or even confidence to write. I thought that I was writing on empty before this year even started. I had no idea of the mileage that I would gain. Frustration turned to the best 5,000+ mile nomadic driven road trip with a plethora of creations that I ever could have asked for. I have for sure another 2,000 miles this next week, and perhaps a long shot of 3,000 after that one. Maybe some more works will be culled from the silence of a beat-up Geo Metro passing through state to state. I would like to hit the North Dakota Interstate this month, but there are other things on my buffet tray right now. I have only driven it once and that was the most beautiful drive that I ever experienced; miles of wild flowers, clear lakes reflecting the sky, just gorgeous. Onto floss, brush, and a slumber so thick that Rip Van Winkle might blush upon it;) Scientists claim that 90 some percent of Rest In Peace’s snooze was a mild nappy nap that contained no rapid eye movement.
Were these Posted Already?
Searching in Lunar Fields and Earthly Trees!
There Will be No Picante Sauce where I am Going!
Vivid Imagination Etched in Tones of Bronze.
Do you wonder why people follow others?