happiness is getting mail, dream catchers, things made from hemp, photographs, traveling, magic, trees, stars and skies...
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes aaawwwwww!
bob marley, medeski martin and wood, ray lamontange, radiohead, kaki king, eddie vedder, jimmy cliff, the doors, van morrison, salt n' pepa, four tet, pink floyd, grateful dead, manman, old crow medicine show, bob dylan, tortoise, sublime, phish, norah jones, fiona apple, biggie, nick drake, miles davis, pearl jam, coldplay, regina spektor, the beatles, ben harper, caribou, dave matthews, janis joplin, lauryn hill (and the fugees), mars volta, new kids on the block, james taylor, marmalade brigade, boyz II men (abc-bbd), nirvana, dj shadow, over the rhine, the rumpke mountain boys, tommy tutone, whitney houston, karkas, northbend, john coltrane, the shins...
into the wild
i desperately want to be a contestant wheel of fourtune
i design them
preshy, pen pals, pee pals and baby mamas
reality is a metaphor in which we quest to find answers to the greater truth of who we are and why we are here. something in our souls tells us that change is happening on a global consciousness level