Radio Waves

Sometimes I lay in my bed listening online to Big Sonic Chill from San Diego, and I can feel like a little lost child who can't quite remember home.

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How is it that I can feel like I live a lifetime every weekend, yet I still feel like life is passing me by?

It starts....

Its starts with a haze... the haze becomes a fog... the fog becomes a whirlwind... the whirlwind creates an epicenter...

All of creation points to one singular point... that point is the beating heart of all that breathes. And there is where you find me. Saturday night. The heartbeat of 1,000 lions roaring in my ears. It happens. All around. I breathe it in. My Saturday.

Mystery pains

Somehow on a weekend where i specifically planned not to go out, I end up still feeling sore and a little worn on monday evening. This after not even getting out till almost midnight Saturday. I didn't even DANCE. That i remember.

I did have one of those really great late night talks with Markie. In the old days before the group got so big, it was always us at the end of each night just playing our music and talking about life. Those talks reaffirm my faith in the institute of best-friendship.

These pictures aren't from this week but they're fairly recent, I know Sarah was bugging for some.

Now: Pride Week. Time to bring it.

It's been a while...

I knew I'd be back, and I bet you did to.

It's been about 5 years since I posted anything of substance in the old journal I kept called "Babylon Fading". It was a different part of my life, and it burned me out all to quickly. Now... now, it's time to finally shine.

After all, isn't it better to burn out, than to fade away?