I feel it


I’m crying all the time now.
I cried all over the street when I left Seattle Wobbly Hall.
I cried listening to Bach.
I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard, I cried at the sadness of the middle-aged trees.

Happiness exists I feel it.
I cried for my soul, I cried for the world’s soul.
The world has a beautiful soul.
God appearing to be seen and cried over. Overflowing heart of Paterson.

~Alan Ginsberg

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some happy

Wow. Mates of State. My brain hurts from live bliss.

I owe you some happy.

Here’s something:

what to want

“We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.”

–Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

legs are for discovering

      For The Actor -– Mates of State

I can’t unknow.

Now that I know this exists, I can’t unknow. I tried not to post it, but I failed.

I’m sorry, you’re welcome, and thank you for looking out for me Dean.


(Love machine!!!!!)