I stayed up too late...I ate bacon and portugese raw milk cheese...mmmm
I also applied to PRA for a show (again) I used to have one when they were a pirate station, now they are just streaming...but so am I...
I interviewed at a job today...I will interview at another on saturday...
I liked today...I am all about I apparently...but people tell me that alot...
heres one...

Every water tank I mistook, I also lead too many people to.
My fingertips feel less as I play more which is the cost
of my heart feeling more.
Everything we love we lose only to be replaced by another opportunity
to be heartbroken until we reach the ideal: a heart of sand.
If I spend my life on moving sand, why not be it,
why not complete myself as water or other endless morphing cliches?
Syling myself as some kind of flower in a bonnet or
a ray of sunlight through a water drop on leaves,
as if I am not the dirt they grow in or less/more.
My shoes are loose but I can hardly tell,
my cap is too tight but its the one that fits
and they will know me by it.
"What arises is the enlightened mind" - Pema Chodron
When people talk to me they are true,
when I talk to them, I am talking, thats true.
Identity aside...and lets keep it that way.
My death grip on my isness is making me so sad I cant swallow.