for some reason the sound of trains brings tears to my eyes

follow the brains

everything makes so much sense



soooooo much


thanks to all the fish, not so long

This is one extensive brainwashing procedure

ummm

food

ringing

"i saw myself, but it was a lie, they was lying

you think i don't know me, but i do.

listen, i know what my original wants to look like and i can't believe you tried to reverse cycle me into that person

\\\\\

you think i don't know about all the decades that they're hiding..

they must have slipped me some computer pills or some shit because i had

NO CONTROL

buy my rosetta stone."

bells

It's hard to not be a reflection in the sands of time.

Is this crystallization ?

jeeze somebody slap this sappy shit out of me.

trying to impress the wrong people gets you into big trouble with little china

strange lights last night

what else... oh yes, i have a question

how would you like your beets question mark


i wish i had a phonetic keyboard

i'm on the outside lookin in
just an alien thru n' thru
trying to make believe i'm you

out of all the things in the world you could be, you decided to be an ocean creature slippin' and sliding through waves of time

is it incoherent or incomprehensible? expression is a strange creature as well.. can i call it that? perhaps it is a natural human tendency to name the nameless

full frequency potential, hmmmmmmm.... it's kind of like sending energy beams out into the night, electricity, square1, ah yes, and blueberry waffles. so the bomb diggety om dot com.

over and out

pushed up against the impossible safety of the wide ocean,
a smile reflecting billions of abysses lost in swirling dimensions

also, plan is in the works to blast frequencies back at the void from which i emerged, torn and ravaged

frequency light waves,
remind me to tell you about a strange experience i had the other day
journey of the wounded healer
bound in the sounds of life.

one thing i thought this morn was the time i was driving to san francisco with heather and the speedometer started fluctuating from 0 to 120 mph uncontrollably, no way to tell what speed we were going at. little sister, i should have stayed by your side

how do i get from there to the here where i was at?

first contact

wavelengths

the rooms keep switching, but at least it wasn't an elevator dream

green bird in the forest, ancient

there's that sound again

thoughts

healing this broken heart

knowing that my dreams have always been mine

barcelona, berlin, athens, crete, istanbul, paris

oh the world..

perhaps in a few years i can be on a research expedition to the isles of sumatra to discover the orang pendek, sumatran bigfoot.

immediate surroundings:

h20 sprayer

watermelon oven cozy

toasted whole grain oats

jah rastafarai man with midget sized christmas hat

antique coffee grinder

waffle maker!

lost dog flyer

aztec time clock

only love can conquer fear and hatred, and all i got left is my love and it is so strong

i know this is cheesy, but you must understand that i am lactose intolerant.

and that is not a paradox.


love,
gabo

summary of istanbul

idle conversation with square as fuck high school teacher from L.A. at the rooftop bar of istanbul hostel, boooooooooooring. but! he said he went to see the janes addiction show and him and his friend were the only people there because all the turkish kids left after the opening bands played. wish i could see perry ferrel all washed up and rich playing jane says in turkey. totally missed out. our parting words:
me: "peace out bro"
him: "maybe i'll see you riding around on a fixie in L.A."
me: "probably not gonna happen."

*awkward silence that has never ceased to exist

ps. curious that a silence can exists at all, and what makes it awkward?

another thought:

grooving or grieving?

lots of ideas, and the putting of them into action is what is much needed. fluorescent neon levitating party boat, synthesizers, elevators,.. also had a vision of the stars and everything in communication with itself. simultaneity. also saw myself as a pirate on the seas while dreaming in the cave. the emotions involved were way more than i can put into words. bathed in white light, following the signs. drifted around the water, saw some rad multi-color fish in the rocks beneath the waves. the water was sooooo cold. then theosophilos asked about aliens. relately, or actually completely unrelatedly. i was dreaming and when i woke up my niece was saying she didn't want to have a bad dream. dream sequences, reality, what is that? good question. move on.. hot bitches getting my email. summary of istanbul later. might be decompressing things in a unconventional manner, but whatever!

MAMA africa

remind me to tell you about the "bromance". === best day everrrrrrrrr

the decline of western civilization
-recline? RE-CLINT, George

hard to sort things out in memory sometimes. crete was awesome. rethymno, the sammarian gorge, plakias, back to rethymno, phalasarna, the cave, the ocean, the mountains, the goats, the stars.

one thing i'll mention: i thought they were birds but they really were bugs.

characters at the hostel

dale
-drunk drunk drunk drunk australian perma-traveler wastoid, fucked up his foot riding a moped around crete, drinking up a storm
"what country am i in?"
"don't you just want to kick a girl right in the ass sometimes?"
other gems

abusive canadian boyfriend and girlfriend, both equally abusive towards each other, but i think they got off on it or something (hot)

ivan:
awesome serbian youth hostel manager, called me michael jackson, best dude ever

buff as fuck super dykey cleaning lady, apparently ex pro handball player broke her wrist, sad times

-malaysian family that forced chocolate flakes into brads yoghurt

dionysus: creepy gypsy/brazilian/aidsy dude? would stand around awkwardly and then steal your cigarettes. pretty sure he got thrown out of the hostel for not paying for ten days, then he came back to they called the police and hauled him out of there. he had a strange look in his eye. the girls thought he was hot and/or completely fried on drugs. i caught him meditating one time. he was also a liar. also creeped everyone out except me maybe? maybe it's because i'm creepy? awkward? who knows. who cares. ::wavelengths

menu:
greek salad; tomato, cucumber, feta, olives, onion
chicken marinated in chamagne
grilled garlic eggplant
chicken sausages
wine
raki (local alcohol)
beer


adaptation, assimilation, ethnicity? maybe it's easier for me because i'm brown. being ambiguously ethnic is great.. but obviously messican flava' aint got no rival. BITCHEZZZZZZZZZZ

pre july 5th?

I think i wrote this after drinking too much champagne in the afternoon on the ferry on fourth of july. there was an old man puking all over himself from motion sickness and ladies and kids falling all over the boat from the rocking of the waves and whatnot. meanwhile we were practicing our sweet as fuck boat legs and making everyone totally jelz.

head hurts a little bit. boat is a-rocking out!
mumble jumble, "I know that i'm sad" I think it's ok to feel the way I feel. Generalities... Pain. Haven't felt that pain in my heart lately.
dilemma: dualities vs. more complex multi-faceted interpretations of reality.
------>mono-linear thinking

strike!