so whatever happened long ago, let's just leave it there.. Let's just move on from the bit, and fix the cracks in our windows, and let the scars heal, and wash our clothes, and forget about the times we yelled, or bailed out on the other.

   Let's just forget about the times we walked passed, ignoring another.

   I'm not holding it against you, or asking anyone to take a step back, but go another forward in the way you're pointed, go another for all the times you held back, pushed it down.  The light is on, and darkness exposed, it's time to walk, it's time to go.  Be strong, and show me where you stand, smoke out the enemy, make me pour out, everything I ever missed, everything I stood for that was wrong, and malignant in your eyes.

   Restore to the innocence, restore to the hours before -when it all began, before the kitchen was stained and little ones cried, before we were taken out of our minds and said the things we couldnt take back, before it all happened and my truth told...

end of the line

   Frankenstein... He's parked next to my grandfather's car (not sure what he named it) but anyways, I got a ticket that day.

   I parked it on the street and I guess you're not allowed to do that because of the street cleaner or something.. Welp, either way, I paid it.. and the whole time wondering, maybe realizing the whole situation is like a Steven Spielberg tragedy.. I guess what i'm trying to say is that the State itself is going through some tough times.. As in, A few counties are going through chapter 11's or whatever, they're bankrupt, and the national debt is an astronomical figure -so im paying for this shit???

   Why do they need my 60 bucks?  It's not going to bail them out of anything, anyway.  Oh well.

California.  What can I say

it's 126am.. and it feels like 7 ion the morning to me.

   welcome to LA 

   It's the horse.  The propulsion and movement, full force behind the beast that drives you, the soul covered by all the veins, and skin and warts and boils.  Fingernails, and toes, arches and vertebrae.  It's all the part, waving from the bomb, as the frame changes and the bay opens... They ride it to the bottom, through the black and white image, through the humor and script, awards and passed on dvds.

It's the elephant, or chariot, or song that hums, gently through the speakers and bounces off your walls.

Harpsichord improvisation -solo to coda...    

audiovox

the random visits, the ones unexpected are the best.. where they come from when you're reaching into the refrigerator... For watermelon, for grapes, and pizza, and corn -with green beans, peas, carrots..etc.. when you feel the movement, the phone, and its their name on the screen..  Glad it happened, really happy about the visit.. even though it "interrupted" the penguin fights on BBC.  The smashing of eggs, and stealing others babies.  Couldn't believe what I was seeing, literally sitting there, mouth open, and full of food.. How, or who documents this footage, who obtains it under what conditions just gets to me.. Imagine following a polar bear around, for miles.

   he shits, he sleeps, he wakes up -does it all over again.  

but over the seas, and under the water.. the tape rolls.  Hours, days, weeks, years.  Trained on this poor dude, who (by the way) dies at the end.

   Dedication.

and that is what we're talking about here.