Holy Motha Freakin Gosh

It's 11:14pm and I am up in the loft. Like some Greg Brady millenium b.s. and my expected HG/Food network is blaring softly in the backround. I've recently stepped out of Hollywood, the rancid beautiful sparkling cesspool: cess·pool     / ˈsɛsˌpul / Show Spelled [ ses -pool ] Show IPA –noun 1. a cistern, well, or pit for retaining the sediment of a drain or for receiving the sewage from a house. 2. any filthy receptacle or place. 3. any place of moral filth or immorality: a cesspool of iniquity. Use cesspool in a Sentence See images of cesspool Search cesspool on the Web Origin: 1575–85; cess  (< It cesso   privy < L rēcessus recess , place of retirement) + pool 1   and back to where I once began with the parents and the manicured yards and stocked fridge and central heating and quiet and time. I await my interview at the place I worked just out of high school and wonder how literal they are when they say ...

Funky! Annoying! Love it.

I've been moved tonight by a conversation in a kitchen by a conversation in a theater by a old face those bright eyes from the past why always the crash and burn then a question that glints at something somewhere (a movie by sofia coppolla) a movie by daniel may a movie man who cuts throats to make his way capacity a city of capas! I was moved and now I'm tired. See how it goes.

(I had this amazing dream) I'm in a massive aquarium with amazing creatures They fly overhead Swoop engulf shadows change Like great tides I turn, There's this desert mesa with black crying hot fudge stones Melting down the sides of towering pleateus. It's expansive Beyond imaginations of mars and distant planets And I well up immediately wondering, How has this been here and I am just now turning to see. We run We're lost and it feels like a small gas station in the middle of a long stretch of America that rolls and purrs with feathery shieves and whispy plots of clouds shadowed like puddles in the sky. I am forgetting where it began to get personal Which is usually when I wake I woke, this time, To wet and Black Kitty meowing at the annex door.

Beatles, Gospel, and Baby Jesus! What else do you need?

"Hey Ferda, it's only rock n roll."

I used, To be a monster. Online with words of steal I told, (Lies like a motha fucker) and lost all sense of real I used to write worth living and cannot sleep 'dis morn Blogs are bullshit in the age of techno kids Like a fly puddled in a shit storm I hate fuckin computadoras But I love what I can do Diaries are for dollies and This doll is back for his final poo. Last Day of ROCK'N'ROLL @ the Open Fist Theater www.openfist.org *self pho'trait upstairs @ mom + dad's in Cerritos, CA (Thanksgiving 2010)