2005-08-10 - 3:28 p.m.

well, if things get better (or if they don't, as long as I don't end up on the other side of the continent) then I think I might fly down to Tampa on Oct 8th so I can go to the film festival for the screening on the 9th of Left Lane.

That would be a nice break between waiting for New Orleans via train at the end of the month.

Craving Movement. Craving Vocalization. Craving Individual Intensity.

But I think my self permitted a smile last night to stay through til morning. Kissed scars and conjuring lightening, I needed some laughter and a flash of shared insight. He says ships land and planes fly to San Fran and they could never catch us, every return is strictly our own. Or did I say that? I told him to look and the sky split and seared our eyes.

My question is, why do you keep running from the places you stick to? Every bee looks for the nectar that honey is birthed from, yet you keep running to the next flower, the next safest thing.

The Venus Fly-Trap could be the sweetest thing ever, but you have to know how to get inside her without a threat.

Or would you rather settle for the safe substitute? Go ahead, have a Splenda relationship - I hear it's good for your health.

audio: Gil Scott-Heron - Pieces of a Man album

ulterior motives - fortune telling