moon huge and blindingly bright. horroscope calls for an unrestricted movement towards a destiny of freewill. take hold of the reigns of power. this heart knows the motions of emotions.

close enough yet farther still, i feel the weight of serious judgements laid down about the relevance of my art, the meaning of the lifestyle i still choose to be part of, the events i attend, the way i piece together the fragments of the world i inhabit. so many move on to become serious, mortgaged, and tired of being pushed thru the ringers, or get self important, believing in the superiority of their causes and studies. i understand the tendency. to me the fields are wide open. i can't do advanced mathematics but i understand its applications. i couldnt draw you a diagnostik of a technics 1200 but i could drop the needle on a track.

what need have i for this that or any other thing? would i be any less of a success if i sat all day and watched the sun arc its way across the roberts creek skyline? would i lose my self in the sauce?

are mudwasps dangerous? is it too late to tell you i love and i love and i love all of you. is it too much to ask that you, in particular, arrive soon, because i am going insane wondering if you even exist.