i hope Pink Mountaintops tour in LA soon

flaming lips do fritz lang's 1927 metropolis.

king of the loft

this is the child i inadvertently introduced into my life a few months ago, under the naive impression he would enrich it. little did i know the creature known as MoMo would, in fact, assume the same thing of me. and so far, he's still in charge.

some of the things my parents used to say to me i now find bubbling out of my mouth at MoMo:

-what, do you think i'm here to serve you?

-you except me to sacrifice everything, EVERYTHING! and what do i get? this!

-where were you tonight? let me smell your breath.

Secret Garden - Dreamcatcher

all is full of love

you'll be given love

you'll be taken care of

you'll be given love

you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources

you have poured yours

maybe not from the directions

you are staring at

trust your head around

it's all around you

all is full of love

all around you

thanksgiving is almost here!

my friend sent me a pumpkin pie link and that was all it took to unleash a surge of repressed actions. i feel ready to dash through topanga on harvest-arrangement-collecting hike, string up some popcorn, link some paper chains, and stir some whiskey into a bubbling vat of spiced cider.

i love holidays when i have a reason to! that's something stupendous to look forward to: a future where family and a home want me to help make things special again.

that was my role from about the age of 6 to 16.

California Conversation

EXT. VENICE BEACH. SUNSET.
Dude: Shit, I meant to get some weed.
Chick: What, is the store closed?
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