in the eye room, by the river. cottonseeds drift down thru the sunlight, bright ambassadors on this bluesky day.
steady as she goes.
seeing second star wars film today. got stoned last night. wrote a poem.
the smell of honeysuckle is intoxicating.
wheresyourhead? by lotek+yelahneb
hey
don’t write yourself off yet
it’s only in your head you feel left out or looked down on
just try your best
try everything you can
and don’t you worry what they tell themselves when you’re away
hey
you know they’re all the same
you know you’re doing better on your own so don’t buy in
live right now
just be yourself
it doesn’t [...]
last night: got my head shaved by a girl named jessica, mate of joey. met a girl named joriel, friend of jessica.
yelahneb, 2002 by lotek
we wait for the right moment.
to be who we truly want to be.
to speak our minds, to save our souls.
to do right by ourselves.
to dare to strike out into the unknown, on our own terms, by our own means.
but i tell you, that moment is now, and always will be.
unless you’d rather wait.
you’ll certainly have [...]
macon. i can hardly believe i came back to this godforsaken place. it’s changed in comparison to my heavy memory, for certain - it no longer has any power over me, negative or otherwise. i’m sitting here on the dock that juts out into the pond behind Shadowood, and it’s all utterly [...]
humans have built such enormous prisons for themselves - cages of wealth, craving, and endless piles of things, things, things. if i were to acquire some vast fortune, i genuinely believe i wouldn’t buy lots of stuff with it - i would want to do something really interesting, like help our species get to [...]
atlanta GA; old steel and glass and no river. distant longing and occasional despair. so far from home; so close to macon. considering a visit, amidst curiousity and revulsion. the hotel i’m staying in is disturbingly decadent; i feel as if i’m ascending the saeder-krupp beanstalk into uberdecay.
i long to give [...]