Last night on my way to Bart, I walked behind an Asian guy built like Ichiro, the perfect ninja build. He had a Giants cap, black puma jacket, cargo shorts and black calf socks, like the ones I wear playing basketball. I followed him because he looked like a ninja in a modern world, imagined him as an underworld antihero, powers of darkness for good, a tortured soul finding his place in a world of echoes. I took a video of him walking under the yellow light of the streetlamps, myself quietly stalking, the full moon above, lending a mysterious, mystical, fateful air. For inspiration for a later story.
Ps–new laptop has arrived. Finally. Can start writing/streaming again with a real keyboard. The iTouchscreens really crimp my flow.
About 3-6 months ago, I had the feeling that the person I’m looking for is now someone I’ve already met.
Old moon fades into the new, and soon I know I’ll be back with you. I’m nearly with you (I’m bending time), I’m nearly with you (to get back to you).
I realized last night that this space IS my Venus in 12th expression. My hidden romantic expression, my secret depths. Like night and day, what I show in the real world is surface, but when the night falls, I get to be whole.
I used to be so good at tracking the roots of my references, knowing what things I said, thought, quoted were me, where I’d found things that were from outside of me. Like funny one-liners or references. But with the way information is converging today, it doesn’t matter. Inside or outside, it’s all the same.
Lay lady lay…lay across my big brass bed…
Whatever colors you have in your mind…I’ll show them to you and you’ll see them shine.
Stay lady stay…stay with your man a while.
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean. And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen.
Stay lady stay…stay while the night is still ahead.
Why wait any longer for the world to begin…you can have your cake and eat it too. Why wait any longer for the one you love…when he’s standing…in front of you.
I long to see you in the morning light. I long to reach for you in the night.
Stay lady stay…stay while the night is still ahead.
Jean’s a little bit country. I’m a little bit rock n’ roll.
This week I used the word iteration in a sentence, looked it up immediately after sending and was pleased to see it was exactly what I meant. Words are like numbers sometimes. Sometimes only the exact word with the exact flavor of meaning fits the sentence to bring the sentence to life.
I love words, because I love numbers. I love numbers, because I love words. They are both language. They are both languages that add up.
But my god, the freedom. If wealth is measured by an individual’s freedom, I am a tycoon.
I’ve just never really been a part of a group. Always alone.
Lone wolves seek lone wolves to start new wolf packs. Alphas stand alone until destiny ties them together.
Ha. Sony just walked by me.
I’m not a big fan of sharing space with nymphy girls.
Boys find me intimidating. Guys feel the need to compete with me. Men find me intriguing.
Intrigue me. Give me a reason…
At Beyond Wonderland. These people are all on drugs. Ran into Mike with the panther tattoo from the gym, wearing a moustache, suspenders and no shirt. He asked me who I was here with and I said myself. He raised an eyebrow but my gaze didn’t waver. He should know. Panthers hunt alone.
Where you’re going has no signs. And you’re not going in a straight line. You oughtta have me on your mind. I dare you to think otherwise…
If I was to pinpoint when exactly he fell in love with me, I would probably guess when he saw me dressed like Lara Croft at the office and I was packing heat.
Why? Because I’m the fuckin’ boss.
Some mornings I don’t feel like listening to eye of the tiger but I force myself because that’s how you create habit.
Have you ever met someone who was in the background of your photo? Would you like to? We can link each other and see the random ways our lives cross. This IS the human genome project. This is how we map ways we cross each other’s paths. This is how we decode our connection. This is how we understand incident and accident, cause and effect, coincidence and fate. This is a closed loop. But doesn’t mean this loop does not have room for infinite possibility.