where do we go from here? the words are coming out all weird where are you now, when i need you

it's a bitter sort of breakdown when you come to the realization that Nothing Will Happen, that this standstill is exactly just that and no ounce of supposed magic or even chemistry -- not even your brotha undercovah FATE will get your back -- you are flat lined again. though there is a tinge of something new this time and the sunsets are more of a mandarin color than tangerine and (123SWITCH) that has been what is pulling me further and further [YOU DECIDE] these days. it was a sign that these times they are a' changin' (she sighs as she eyes her cell phone longingly and then gives her cat an obligatory pat on the head before resuming the new doodling mess of reds in her journal that describes the start of this unforgiving night) and i've got the lonely jazz playing when really i should have something with a beat i can at least follow a..., a --




aw, and the TRUTH was just about to get so good!


alas, a couple of old film favorites that have now been scanned in should deter those needy blues from actually hitting. (you said i was coherent? bah.) i also found the stash of postcards sent over from various friends who studied abroad or simply went MIA on my suffering-from-wanderlust-but-also-suffering-from-lots-of-other-inexplicable-probably-faux-isd-orders-ass. it was all topped off with genevieve's postcard from arizona where she and ohgoJOE! now reside. with the bikes. and the awesome. now i'm standing facing west, tracing my finger round a silhouette i haven't gotten used to yet, but it's the brightest thing i've got when i'm covered in rain.

. as it was. photos from the past, particularly the days of dsoa. in the case of a lot of these photos i don't even talk to the kids anymore, but i still favor the shots. in some of them it's actually me just being the the creepy pre-silverlove Cat, shooting people candidly before introducing myself. ah, to be a wacko pink-haired freshman again.