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Jul. 19th, 2005 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emchyfinally home. was doing work related activity from 7:30am - 8pm tonight with nary a break. one of those days where i work work worked as fast and as hard as i could. progress was made but the sheer effort to just stay only a bit behind was overwhelming.
the sexy beast finished her film and it is high-larious. come and see it! it's next weds at 7pm at intersection for the arts. a night of faboo films to celelbrate intersections 40th anniversary, yay! if you don't know, it's at 16th & valencia and ince it's a bday party for the space, it is free free free!
grabbed some dim sum with sexy beast and the dolissa. it was good, but maybe too greasy and so now i feel like the big bloated cow.
my mind is swimming with images of goldenrod verse strewn across the air and i am charmed by the artists in my life and blessed by the visions they share with me. i want to write about something next week. regardless of deadlines i will not miss my writing group again, the deadlines of my own art are paramount.
i am so looking forward to the open mic this week. and then a performance, and then shadowplay and sat might be work work work but it sounds like there is some play i cannot miss in the night time.
i want to crack open my head and spill all of the rich velvety squishy thoughts i am having with you. i want you to slop around with me in the lushness and passion and sheer humanity of it all. the beauty the filth, the stink, the raunch and the lust that make us all so prfoundly human.
everyday that i work at the aids job, i smell a variety of human waste smells. and they are both bad and good. flowers spoiling in their rich funeral opulance. the desperate smell of urine on a sidewalk. it's all there. life's rich pageant. and i hate it. but it can make you feel alive. i keep being reminded lately, what it is to be alive. it's not all about being happy. it's about the ups and downs, because the down makes the up feel so much better. the contrast from love to digust, from sweet to putrid, usually the same thing can occupy both spaces depending on it's place in the decomposition cycle. maybe people are like that too. but if we water them and don't take away their roots, the friendships can live and thirve and not suffocate and rot.
my earthy metaphors are flowing hard now. second day of your period hard. metaphors so thick and full of wasted life that they could soak and entire mattress with thier brilliance and their insistance.
so yea, i have more work to do tonight, but for now, i am just hanging out in my head, liking the view.
the sexy beast finished her film and it is high-larious. come and see it! it's next weds at 7pm at intersection for the arts. a night of faboo films to celelbrate intersections 40th anniversary, yay! if you don't know, it's at 16th & valencia and ince it's a bday party for the space, it is free free free!
grabbed some dim sum with sexy beast and the dolissa. it was good, but maybe too greasy and so now i feel like the big bloated cow.
my mind is swimming with images of goldenrod verse strewn across the air and i am charmed by the artists in my life and blessed by the visions they share with me. i want to write about something next week. regardless of deadlines i will not miss my writing group again, the deadlines of my own art are paramount.
i am so looking forward to the open mic this week. and then a performance, and then shadowplay and sat might be work work work but it sounds like there is some play i cannot miss in the night time.
i want to crack open my head and spill all of the rich velvety squishy thoughts i am having with you. i want you to slop around with me in the lushness and passion and sheer humanity of it all. the beauty the filth, the stink, the raunch and the lust that make us all so prfoundly human.
everyday that i work at the aids job, i smell a variety of human waste smells. and they are both bad and good. flowers spoiling in their rich funeral opulance. the desperate smell of urine on a sidewalk. it's all there. life's rich pageant. and i hate it. but it can make you feel alive. i keep being reminded lately, what it is to be alive. it's not all about being happy. it's about the ups and downs, because the down makes the up feel so much better. the contrast from love to digust, from sweet to putrid, usually the same thing can occupy both spaces depending on it's place in the decomposition cycle. maybe people are like that too. but if we water them and don't take away their roots, the friendships can live and thirve and not suffocate and rot.
my earthy metaphors are flowing hard now. second day of your period hard. metaphors so thick and full of wasted life that they could soak and entire mattress with thier brilliance and their insistance.
so yea, i have more work to do tonight, but for now, i am just hanging out in my head, liking the view.
