at the moment i am learning my new camera, making drawings with scalpel-upon-paper, watercoloring, ink washing, dreaming of painting with linseed and oils upon gesso, learning my camera, wondering if i will ever have the guts to find someone interesting to photograph for once, learning how to pop and lock, increasing my yoga prowess (slow, half-failing), starting to run again..

mostly i'm quite worried about turning old, and becoming twenty-four on monday. i don't like even numbers.

but i have discovered the musical group milosh, so all is well. i listen and lay back against the floor, upon the woolen flokati rug i rescued from a rubbish heap and took to the laundramat and raked. yes, with a metal leaf rake, and now i lay upon it like the wind lays upon the sea, causing its surface to undulate in softly silvered divets that catch the sunlight.

except the sunlight is music, and words always tumbling forth beneath my badly combed hair. always there are words? but what for, my love?

will it ever stop? no

nope. please never.

on a different note, some person with mutton for brains killed all the fish in the pond beside my house. the smell is terrible, and the buzzards roll fifty deep. what a strange place to live, florida is. hopefully i escape soon, after the medical examinations are through.