Friday, November 11, 2011
11/11/11 11:11pm
It's a special day I hear cause it's 11/11/11. It is two of my favorite number combinations- 111. I've moved back tosalt lake. Continuing- on my quest still wondering what home is. This place is just more comfortable here. Home I believe I hold on me as I travel. The band is excellent- we jammed at the woodshed last Wednesday. Gnarles on the drum like a fuxkin metronome- Bonnie stepped up to the plate- we did it and will jam again next Wednesday. Liven on couches every night- welfare- it uncomfortable only when it comes to getting in my full rest- think one day I'll stay at dads all day and sleep. Thanks dad. Screen printing is a hit. I got the machine taught myself to use it and made a profit of $100 the first week! And when I was feeling down about not recognized as being special the universe emmailed me and told me how important I was. It seems many things are open to me- I see beautiful open doors all over the place. The work I do- I don't feel that anyone, or most people try as hard as I do to both be a leader good person and to follow my dreams at the same time. Its a hard load and I just keep seeing this triangle in the blue afternoon sky, revolving sometimes looks like Zeus- or any other bearded man one would dub a god. It's about 15 degrees from the horizon. Ts comin around to finally wear the pants of a good boyfriend- it's a nice place to be- been a little long in my waiting...black sabbath is getting back together I found out today. Beautiful. The metal community will be united it's- first salt lake--- L.A. - Asheville, it's beautiful. My one focus and goal- must ride this pony till I reach the sun- and it is a real distance- a real destination. I have an urge lately to take or have or whatever but taking a youngster under my wing tO help- u know- nOt raise but smoothen- redefine. Tonys laying lap and I have all sorts of challenges in screen printing that I would like to meet. Band looks real good- it's the final one. Me and karley can tell- this is the band. This is the thing that will live. I miss Asheville. I miss my own bed. I miss a place to call my own. I'm looking forward to LA. Things are good, I feel they will happen- this dream just might become actualized.
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