Sui-cide Tuesday?

what are you giving up today for sui-cide tuesdays?

maybe this isn't the best blog title. yet imma continue with it. i like the u sounds

listening to The Plastic People of the Universe's Passion Play. it's categorized under avant-garde. and that it is. oh my.

i was very productive on saturday settling into my new room in the apt but then i partied all day on sunday. i think that's allowed. and it was pretty damn great. and then family time and shopping on monday and saw a very old high school friend and met her family later that night. she has three kids each 7 years apart. suburban life is so different but our friendship is still awesome. all was great except now i feel so behind on everything. and all i wanted to do after work was happy hour

instead i employed discipline through teary eyes and went for that damn run and didn't have that drink. made corn on the cob for dinner. and attacked the ongoing room project to make it a workable space for editing video. to return to some kind of art practice. i shot some video, repeating the words "this is the happy place, this is the happy place, this is the happy place"

another poem from the dead vault, it's from grade 9, published in Aspirations, a literary journal for Mercer County Highschool Students, life hasn't changed that much...

"Through Time"

A fool is to love, when this same love is pushed away.
A friend is to care on that same gloomy day.
Wish life could change what was destroyed.
Then more memories would be enjoyed.
But until this day is an event,
thoughts will be of the past, not the present.

1987

if you could see the guy now who that was a homeage to..eeew... . hahah

ah letting go BYE!