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| it's been a while since i've been on here. this place has changed. speaking to the moon devendra says "it's kinda strange the way you change but then again I guess we all do to". so true so true.
i think i will put some stuff on here soon that i've written in a real journal (you remember that wasteful medium called paper, yes?). some things anyway.
and for anybody who's interested or naturally curious, i do pottery, actually i live and breathe it. a passion one might say. anywho, my very own website can be visited at: www.whitecrowceramics.com i've made all of those, give me some input if you want, or hey who knows, maybe even purchase something. until next time... | | |
| In the world I see,
you're stalking elk
through the Grand Canyon forests
around the ruins of Rockefeller Center.
You'll wear leather clothes
that will last you the rest of your life.
You'll climb the thick kudzu vines
that wrap the Sears Tower.
And when you look down,
you'll see tiny figures pounding corn,
laying strips of venison
in the empty car-pool lane
of some abandoned superhighway. | | |
| slipping once again. maybe it's called sorrow. or despair. or depression. i feel like the song "mad world" redone by gary jules makes me feel. the thing about it is, slipping into this feeling, i'm not fighting it, or it's not doing anything to me. it's welcomed. i welcome this and will bask. i'm going to write about my mother. | | |
| astral projection, spiritual life, transcendence, out of body experience, third eyes, chakras, and all the other things i will never know. interesting experiences tonight, always worth it. and the road continues to wind... | | |
| people often don't understand me, especially the fact that sometimes i feel like being everything that is wrong with the world. i feel like destroying anything, everything. i feel like being ruthless and sparing nothing and nobody, i feel like being the destroyer or all things good and all things feigned to be good. it consumes me while it's present, and i teeter on the brink. i feel it living and it's power in me, and it just is. people do not understand this, it doesn't matter.
i believe that there are things in one's life that create this, and without certain things this type of feeling can never be felt or understood. one must be subjected to and experience this hate to experience it. and once it is experienced, it will never be forgotten. so dramatic, but whatthefuckdoicare, right? | | |
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