i drew the hermit for this year. sounds like that the sort of year it's turning out to be. idle.

alcohol to swab the war wounds of a shave.

last night i thought of embracing his face into my bosom and it made me remember the time i brought aurora and karene to jeff's apartment. and aurora opened her arms wide exposing her cleavage and said "Come unto my bosom, child!"

the look on his face i'll never forget.

it's cold out. the winter said hello, i'm here.

and i don't want to do anything. at all. i want to be quiet and worship my visions. it's one of those days i want to be a monk. i only want to do what i'm told. and if i'm not told anything i can sit contemplative and relaxed.

sloth is my primary sin. lust is only my second.

but who can help it? what a joy it is to have sight, and hearing! and the ability to stretch one's body! to be warm during the cold and to breathe freely.

i feel the bags on my arms. heavy.

canceled my show. i was just, unprepared. i need more time. i need twice the amount given and it will be given. me. but i wrote a soundtrack. or half of one.

nadia has radiculopathy. now researching solutions. i really want to do dry needling but i think i have to go to school to become another something first. ho hum..