“Shorter Stories of Longer Days: 5 days – Sacramento to Los Angeles” January 25-29,‘11
Cast of Characters:
Mariah
Patrick
Jason - (www.japaints.com)
Andy - (www.andressyourself.com)
Craig ‘MC Draperies’ - (www.facebook.com/pages/MC-Draperies/126053677437441)
Zach
Brian
Julia - (www.juliamcalee.com)
Jessie
Johanna (www.johannachase.com)
Alex - (www.facebook.com/pages/strangerthanfilmscom/331308860221150)
Evann
Wendy
Tin - (www.tinsantos.bandcamp.com)
Julie
Shana
Marla
Ryan ‘Zion’
Tyler - (www.tylerflorenart.com)
Jay ‘chicka chicka yeah’
Phillip ‘Fred’
Sarah ‘Eloise or Pepper Adams’
Bethany
Trent
Rusty
Peter
David
Ben
Ivy
Brandon
Jason
Wes
Casey
Summer
Robbie
Heidi
Royce
Matt
Suzanne
Gina
Mochi 'the dog'
Our story begins with 3 friends and a 5-day road trip, it ends with much, much more…
“Shorter Stories of Longer Days” January 25th, 2011
We watched the landscapes pass as she depressed the gas. Southbound and unwound. There was a shortage of water and the plants reflected that. The music created images as the soundtrack to our lives played on. Nothing comes from wishing on stars… you must think further. Joe’s had been caught on fire so we found somewhere else to get gas. I knew all the cows fenced in near the 5 were all going to end up in the big barn with smoke coming from the stacks. Fast food and bigger business take lives in their efforts to be bigger and faster. Slow it down America. The Chevron was visited by Whale, who left his name engraved in the sink. The fog refused to lift its blanket.
Somehow the words Pleasant Valley and state prison don’t seem to go together, but it’s a real place... I hope to never see it though. It does not seem too pleasant. Mythology tells us not to look back and faith is what mattered most to Lee. He looked forward faithfully… always. 21 years spent in the Graceland left him grateful for all that he left behind. Friends since birth only called on birthdays. Fair Oaks had a fair amount of oak trees and a whole lot of religion. Today, I look out of the back seat and try not to look in the rearview mirror too much, because the Greek people told me not to. Forward is not only for Ward… it is for everyone. This includes the three of us.
Some drink chai tea while others do Tai Chi. The Beach Boys were on the radio AND on the beach. Taste of India where you at? Always cook fresh. Wish it, dream it, do t! Gratuity was not included in the parking lot this time. My child Garbanzo will be dressed in the finest belt shirts available. Billy sells Little Debbie snack cakes, while we were desperate for life just as Andrea Gibson was. Continental breakfast was served in many different places on this continent. The rich will always be richer than the poor in Pasadena…and everywhere else for all that it’s worth. Edward drove us closer to home.
Rule #1: “Don’t fuck with the Mochi. He will bite you, twice. Look at my belt, it has flowers on it… he said, as he put it on in the living room. What do you talk about as you Google your name? Great pain sometimes brings great dads. Trader Jose treated him right. She was the uncomfortable waitress that sat with us. Others served her their food on the fork they ate from. The red light, green light was conceived from me, you, and him... and my green hat. Beanies represented the Sac team. Lesbians were everywhere! Mr. Russett explained to Miss Mustard what was up.
We were fortunate to be porchin' it and figured that Marshall was potty trained. The witch club ate together, drank together, and had random fun with each other. Babies not yet born remind me of cars. You can shake your head, but please don’t shake your baby. Her bump-it was as bumpy as it was supposed to be. JP was focused and in bed by 10. Orphan was as amazing as the yoga room. You got real hungry and your hair got shorter. You had me at yoga room.
The first moon birthday was always the most memorable. The bottom of this bowl was the top of the other bowl. It was 100% fish and he was sure of it. Some fish were meant to be out of water. The Shaman at my work is a ranger at Burning Man. Was old Mexico new? Sometimes you just needed to hear a Pixies song and sometimes you had to measure the square footage. My nerves made me nervous, smoking blunts at Six Flags and snatching women from cars... and puttin’em in trucks.
I have a terrier with more character than yours. Time may change me, but I can’t ____ time. Ch-ch-ch- changes, time remains the same. Fillmore was getting friendly just as we got up to go. Pistol remained the same. He was somewhere with someone and it was weird. There was a Rusty and he took two. I need to go to the Cheesecake Factory at the grove cause Jay told me to. Kids did jerking and shaking, but not at the Medusa lounge.
Deep Throat was playing at the upstairs neighbors house while the dude got fired… because of the mystery customer. Now, I got to answer to the fucking cock. My superman does not read Rolling Stone but I’m always on ninja mode… at the Kryptonite. I have to work Saturday, but it may be a sadder day… for you… and me… you just wait, and see. Mariah ran the show while Jay and the Rusty just pretended to. Imagine me, and the size bike I must ride… and how my wolf sweater is better than yours.
Dads' shit was reminding me of guano, which reminded me on the fact that it was Dads shirt and not bat shit. International could be included in the lower 48 these days. Are you still at In ‘n’Out? No, never was in or out. My dog would not bump your dog unless it needed to be, she’s gone, but it sure is good for my plants… and the Rancho Diamond bar. The poet of Sacramento was the bigger fish in a smaller town.
A table of three will not accommodate four people in Venice. A mixed McDonalds does not serve any other than those with money, while every other restaurant might be racist. It was a strange story of racist raisins. I poured out the Tapatio until my mom gave me the hemmeroids… I probably spelled that wrong... Yep, I did. Angela City was spelled the same as it sounded. When the shoes came off, it became official. Robbie and Heidi picked up a box on the late night assuming everyone else was asleep.
My sister has a pop-top and even the statue of liberty needed a paycheck. The wispy clouds welcomed our morning freeway ride towards the beach. Harry Rosenthal impressed me with his garage tricks when we were younger boys in Tennessee. You gotta write more to write better. 8 at the gate, mate. We spoke of manifesting miracles and magic. We got sauce on Rose and Hampton with Brandon. A party of three always leaves room for a celebrity at a four top. It was going to cost you money to see the beach in Venice.
We drank Newcastle on such a winters’ day at the Venice Bistro. Some drastic measures later, there you were in Barstow by yourself. Now, YOU got the juice… driving in L.A. stresses me out. Weird. My furniture fucked me up as much as the scalding hot water did. The Cure cured me from all that ailed me. Neilson Way was a nice place where money flies from windows and grows on trees. We thanked the universe for 80 bones today and thought of what we needed next. The world is your oyster friends…
The first one fit and he bought it. Tyler had the mercenary hat. It was an evening of Iron and Wine followed by a day at Mountain High… not too bad of a week. The experience was a bigger example of what it was. Everybody got sour cream whether they wanted it or not. You never call a bum a bum… you call him a homeless person. I love black bums. There, I said it. He called himself the skid row tour guide and he always called me Abraham Lincoln. He made out like a bandit tonight. Oh Peter, you had your dancing shoes on like always. High fives meant good luck in the kitchen, but the Jack Daniels made with the magnet in the bottom made him not be the person he normally is. I put them all in my butt hole and it was intense.
It is an exist-stance… make one. A smaller sign that Thailand was a sign. Actual gold was real molten gold. A rested Winona was not an arrested Winona. In all good spirits, the open seat attracted the one. One is well rested while one is under arrest. Relationship shit made things a number, same as sports teams that constantly needed rotating jerseys. Well, now the 7 say a number needed a zip code. Perfection.
Hi, your nice people adventure has just begun. Mr. Bravery was administering the call. Miners mined money and the party was starting. We crank called two fax machines and nobody got the prank… except for Rertwyxfre, what does it mean? It was a clue of nothing better to due. Scott Pilgrim was facing the world and 10-day vacations did not allow any time for grading the papers… just sell the kids paint.
Mariah was talking out loud again and she was blushing. I wish I heard the story instead of writing it down. He was looking through the fish tank at a girl with a guitar. Were they minty menthols or cardboard cigarettes? This matters, because he was number four with super powers. Beautiful spontaneity only happened mostly when I needed to work, but it might be time to play my songs.
She lit a cigarette that had already been lit before she talked of her tit falling out. She talked of Texas too… and a sober mother from L.A.. That meant she had a facelift because 30 year-olds looked like 90 year-old addicts. I had enough interest to be interested in Lubbock, Texas. Steadfast brings no politics to the first thing read. Talking led to more talk.
Homosexuals stayed until Saturday and saw men sleeping with other men. You can always go fuck yourself with your last piece of pussy… or was it puppy? I forget. Were those dead eyes shark eyes that made me vomit America? Sick people needed to be prayed for as tangents tangled thoughts and recovery chips were given for cocks in your mouth.
How was a tooter to be mistaken for a tutor? You would hang out with me as it stands without having an appointment to hang out with you. People met through the connections they found. There were 6 elephants that became the elements to make us meet more normal people considered idols. How many hands have you shook of the idols that fell in love with the thoughts of each other before they were famous?
To have your story shortened, you needed a first fan that fanned you while girls showed you their tits as you resisted. The longer testing period stopped once you started living. The old was the new, once the new began re-creating the old. Style was a sphere as the ruffles were destined to be in style once again. Fashion was a new medium learned.
He only designed the dressed to address the bigger issue of being undressed. Breasts are powerful, and you became yourself to become the undressed. When are you on? When are you emptying your wallet to have a smile on your face the next morning? Was your 14 year-old self reminding you that chicks were attracted to the man working hard for competition?
Challenged egos proved amazing results. He didn’t know much, but he had advice to share. Fears come true when it came to women. My recording needed to be recorded to make more room for the recordable things to occur on the third day of the ‘Inspiration Road Trip’ meant to bring more inspiration to inspired people.
Day three brought us to Thursday… more beach and more beautiful people than one hand could count. Some selfishness needed to be celebrated, but guilt could never. There was a constant over -abundance of funds and no tangible evidence… except for the paper made from a bigger machine …a constant supply of invisible currency. Why was everyone so concerned about how much money their own time was worth? Re-creating concepts of math and science just made a one just a one. We could change the world if the gorilla could squash the ego of man. We found facts in the myths. This is my world… and yours, and yours, and his, and hers. We just make shit up to have something to do during the day. She pedaled, and her wings flapped harder. We decided what the society did not realize. The conversation continued, but the circus did not.
Beautiful freedom let you be yourself. The first-born girl had nothing to give back to someone who afforded her a life. Biological life and biological weapons were not meant to be tied down… not today friend. Don’t expect me to be obligated to you for the guilt you harbor. You have to love me for leaving you back there in Barstow. Fuck you too. Calls were not being returned to people who might die someday. Again, we were fortunate to be porchin’ it. Expectations were expected. Don’t take what is not yours, even if it is someones guilt. Aries had sharp tongues that needed to be held sometimes. I don’t want the burden so don’t close the connection. Explore your families and the boundaries set, and you may find that Asian lesbians are even stranger than you might think. I remember the story, but I don’t always remember the person. This seemed to happen on Thursday afternoons the most.
Forty-year writers wrote for a good forty years before they found my style. Jason has some jokes, and horse dreams of the San Fernando Valley. The Facebook pen was brought about from stories of shirt belts. Top that! OMG! Accessorizing just became more accessible. I wrote as cigarette ashes floated from the front seat to me on the back. Columnizing made your account bigger and your accountant pushes your butt instead of button pushing. How complicated could that be? One thing was everything in one. Were we saving the world? Not from carbon footprints or songs to me from Sheryl Crow. Was conversation worth conversing about? Was it for real or for fake? I don’t even realize who had a real story anymore. She heard “hot” and thought someone was talking about her again. Men had no chance with sexists or lesbians… who’s Jodie Foster?
I took time to look around as time passed me by. Writing became easier with new stories. Reagan ruined our school linoleum. He institutionalized our institutions and 90 days became 90 minutes… but in reality, it was only a minute. Were posters real or fake anymore? Parking, eating, and walking were all done in Silverlake. The Braille institute was on my left, didn’t you see it? How did you want to leave your pregnancy? How urgent was your urgent care? Questions surround me in L.A. and I loved when other people drove so I could write. Thank you Evann. The grapevine guzzled our secrets while we were told about feeding orphan newborns. I was either on the wrong street, or we passed where we were going. Fake names, fake id’s, and British accents were not fucked around with in Scientology.
Silverlake was important and the parking showed it. Now kiss me. Mercedes made the importance of the woman. She wanted me to write about boobies, so she kept saying it. I saw a record store in the reflection and knew things were going to be OK. She leaned closer as she got ready to disclose some further information. We waited and waited as she was encouraged by strangers to smoke more cigarettes. There was something beautiful about attractive people. She said she loved me, but she loved her more. She drew circles on the table with her hands as she talked of cosmetic surgery and signs of Botox. If you do a series of years you might kill the muscle. I felt as if L.A. rearview mirrors showed the lines on my face a bit different than they did in Sacramento. I hear the lemon is lovely and incredible on the kale. Count how many times the line shows up… 34, 37?
I got angry when the horse semen was on my face, but nobody could tell the next day. Some wore expression on their faces while others wore them on the sleeves. Some photographed while others wrote. Charisma was not shy in this city. Orange drips and textures amused me even when I was not high. Were you lucky to be happy or happy to be lucky? You decide. People have more fun than anyone and love is everywhere. Finish your greens before you begin to eat your food. The host spoke to the out of town folks as I ran out of paper. I was writing a story starting with the title and it was downhill from there. Multiple packs of smokes that belong to one person showed me that anything could happen in L.A…. even oral based honey liquids. God only returns phone calls to happy people, and that’s why the line has been quiet for a while.
Nothing said dessert like shopping for good leather… not wearing is caring. She said her name was Cheeba as we drove past the smoke shop. Suicide prevention did not involve being trapped in a chimney or ashes in your eyes. Did you see the happy foot or the sad foot first? We were introduced to Echo Park by two boots and their quality pizza, although we did not eat there. You want bad thrift clothes or an AIDS test while you are here?It is about time you took off your sensory deprivation mask… before you take your ruffies. 1423 was home for a long time and it was on a hill. Loveliest Laveta looks lovely this time of year. Children I never had lived in 1462, but there were too many to count. We could fill a five-bedroom house if we only had two more roommates on my favorite side of the Thriller street.
Carroll Avenue thrilled me now more than ever. I plugged my nose and made plans to dry clean my clothes. Her face wore a complex complexion as the street lights shone on her face. 10 minutes lasted 2 hours and 2 minutes were about as long. He spoke of fresh fruit while she spoke of pussy several times. It was all about the crank calls and ideas for T-shirts. The scene was different tonight as the night grew younger while we became older. Food is sexier than real people, but cats are more interesting than people these days. Humans scanned Facebook, while new characters became the same old ugly dogs… waiting for food. She needed to not fuck something for everyone else’s safety. These are stories of all these fucking fucked-up people I met this week in Los Angeles. Who needed someone else to show them some love?
Take a time out to teach me. Well, some had nice smiles while others carried their microphone stands. What intersection do you call home? How beautiful were the breasts you liked to look at? This writing stuff became too easy once I started listening. Industry talk brought more speakers and more PBR. All of my love makes me forget that I was a girl who needed to tend to my woman-ness. First name Bank, last name Robber. That's where the money was at my friend. The federal friend, is not the same as the federal pen. They were a bit different. The nipples need to stay inside the shirts this afternoon. The sexy ex sends me the texts to try to take it to the next. Smile and walk away from the emotional overload. The person riding shotgun drank the beer that was most full…that's just the way it shows. Take a picture of us, preferably with YOUR phone of course. There were costumes and beer… who could ask for anything more? I could ask for a picture of either Tim OR Eric doggy style on a thai beach.
I aspire to inspire. Insanity can be turned into beauty… sometimes. Does your luggage fit into all of the proper compartments? Top that top hat or come inside with your i.d. for me, please? She could only do what she just did. Scream. It was easy to realize that you looked like me more than I did, especially after I got off of the morphine yesterday. Amazing people say amazing things about the fair oaks square smokes as Casey said goodbye. How cool was your pen? Was it as cool as your pin? Was it ten, or was it Tin? You gotta give me that… I work for god so I'll see you in the heaven… I hope. Broke people only drink PBR and smoke the cigs. Cool cats were sometimes the wild ones. Can your hat, for some reason make you more kind than me? His beautiful art on his arm brought all the vets to the table.
Phillip was calling himself Fred tonight because of the days of his slavery. It was all about being schooled back to the basics. Cigarettes were to be smoked out front while I was amazed by Ritchie’s climbing story in the kitchen. Funny people were sometimes shitty just like some people are. When we finish the song, the notebook will be over and I will become their favorite writer around. Money and power can both take away something from this as it is taken away. To know you in this poor life of mine, I am reminded of the beauty of people, and my poor life. People are recording what you say as your life is being recorded. The stenographer was watching cavemen walk over chairs while the ego of the human was taken away. Once you know someone was listening you want to sound good.
She spoke of collaboration as she zipped and unzipped her zipper. Participation sometimes involved sitting back and living life while it shot itself on 35mm film or digital formats. There were pants of red recording food and Iron Maiden entered the room. There was someone bigger on the inside of our smaller selves. There was a pressure on your passions of puppetry while you needed to not be interested in things other than writing. Blue skies surrounded the outskirts of L.A. as people ate in the garden. Go out and look at the fence as you move from here to there. Overnight we will move out of here. Wendy became Peter’s get down person. Wait, those were two separate thoughts combined in one smaller scope. That is this, which has been happening all along... friends visiting friends.
Can you break this off here she asked, it sometimes tends to make a mess. They were talking about wine of course. Killing two birds with one stone sometimes involved eating with your pen. The quiche got caught up on the other table, so I happened to miss it. The wine was just fine and the company was divine. There was a description that involved tall lion's looks and Leo's hair. If you fell in love with it, that's just great. If not, it's just a hobby. Right now, he is from here and I liked to climb things. These are a few of the favorite ego trips. Interruptions made for a different way to interpret things. If you ask too many questions, you probably won't get the answer you seek… that's just reality. It's more real than you think. There was a common bond between the most common of people wanting to be themselves.
When you move away, you get a bigger response when you come back. Summarization without being too terribly offensive. You can put it on here she said, this time they were talking of smaller cakes and foresight. I have had the chance to record things, but this time it was THE time to record things. Sometimes a belt was all that was needed, and sometimes a belt shirt was the answer. You need to laugh at the flashers to make them go away. Who knew it was so easy? All you had to do was walk next door and meet Reuben. Thanks for trying, but tonight your black wiener is too small. No, sorry friends, this story is just a different story not about you. It's about the flasher. I wouldn't want to live somewhere I couldn't get to the other side of town easily. Does your neighborhood really work for you or do you work for your neighborhood?
He was lucky that I was not reading, and instead writing… because this time I was… and missed the bigger joke. Tom made us take our shoes off. You know you made it to the party too late if your shoes were still on. Fetish was the name of the game and we were the shoeless. It was a scramble to get those fuckers back on before the germs stepped in. Nobody like those. Four days in the ship called for more conversation. Good thing our shoes were on for this one. Some people don't do winters and others don't do shit… it was your decision. Do you own a coat?… because shit is about to get really cold in your extreme environments. My soul has been energized. Your french army has been thrown out the window and the wine that looked best, just so happened to be empty.
For a couple of minutes to watch both of the parties from the outside in… but only to hear the sound from one. Crazy people shared cigarettes to finish them quicker. Good soles are found on the bottom of old souls. June 16th through the Sunday will bring good people to better places. Awesome things will happen. Time will offer only once, as you request your time off and the lawnmower was seen on the neighbors lawn. Real nicotine is on top of all of the other shit that someone else tried. It was like smoking a computer while whistling a dog whistle tune. You wanna trade a cell phone for a social life? Which was more important in life? Do you have to charge your cigarette or your cell phone? Why, is there an outlet for each? Was that a skittle flavored menthol, or was I just dreaming?
How many nights did the stranger sleep on the couch and remind you to remember the days that were so quickly passing us by? These were the days of our life, and this time, the sitcom was not syndicated. Bassett hounds and one-bar kings surrounded the bistro. She photographed strangers with her cell phone and wondered where she was from. Beings must eat to survive and I bet he eats food… in fact, Miguel says he eats everything. It was a parrot in Venice Beach and things couldn't even seem too weird anymore. We left her alone at her table again while he went to the restroom. Jamaican me crazy if you didn't already realize that was possible. It was not too terribly hard after all. I only love one of my children and my accountable days made me happy. I am happy today. Flying chairs, long hair, and big wishes for a smaller shirt belt.
Only his butt was from Sacramento and firefighters only smoked the Marlboro. All the men had to leave, but beautiful women were allowed to stay, according to ol' Sullivan. He found the stems from longer nights… they were in his hat. Costumes were traded as a bigger reminder of the better times had. Peace frogs were the only ones allowed to park here and all others were to be toad. If you strolled the boardwalk with a camera, you probably were not from here. Ricky and Danny Boy were. She had more cigs than she could smoke, so she headed to the bathroom. How come epoxy always needed pressure applied? Why the fuck were there two tubes? Damn mask… good thing it broke during the daytime so I could fix it. Otherwise, who would know what would happen? I feel like I have no fucking worries in the world and my paparazzi poet haircut… oh, wait.
Danny Boy got the coolest sun visor ever… for $1.00, and we saw dudes being dudes. Professional people did not need anything more than a profession. A stranger behind me gave "E" in a way that I have never been offered before, by way of metal buttons. The one man drum circle needed no more help. He did 'ok' by himself. For heavens sake, he had love on his backside. One had a full beer while the other had none. We all still had some. As she turned the cord, the song cut out and sung me songs of Jesus and how he warmed the house while he broke hearts. Jesus rang out of our Prius as we drove from my favorite spot on Abbot Kinney. I probably wanted to watch her dance, and it was about to happen in the kingdom we lived with our drums and hammers. Who was the king of your kingdom, and who wanted to play with the guns? My baby needed to find you.
Hold this keyless key as I light this torchless torch to leave the car smelling like perfume. Day drinking led to a better night sleep and bigger plans. There were Kix over here, the cereal… not the band. Korean kids ended the day with their hair combed. Do you know the french twist? 7:30 am suit coats led to more relaxed evenings. Things were so hip here they didn't need a name. Others shot guns while we spoke in the kitchen. Trampolines and balls took us to another world where balls were dodged while jumping. Brian has been on a few teams and this guy happened to be on yours. There was some coordination involved in forming your own 20 person team that included at least five girls to be playing a one time. When I started writing, and he started texting, people started to leave us alone. If you want to be free, throw a fucking dodgeball once in a while, and figure out what time you needed to leave.
Cold and hungry was not the way to be, especially while free people busy themselves with freedom. Los Angeles people were weird and different… but the same, and I felt right at home. There are some times to take off work and those other times you knew you can't. Are you going to it, or is it… already going on? I don't remember how to remember. Who had a clear fucking Delorean? The scribe was writing a script in the kitchen. What McFly are you trying to be? How many jigawatts was it? Now we're started… oh yeah… what number was it? Are you going with? We were talking and spending time. We never went since we've lived here. I wish out of town visitors would visit more often so that I could visit my surroundings more often. How many times did we mention how much fun we're having and how much better things could be. Until now.
I haven't seen you since I first saw you. We were manifesting things while long gone pieces of metal took an hour to pick at. He was drinking Bud Light while someone else lit my bud, and it was a Mumford and Sons Remix of course. Robbie wrote the remix and we told the tale while I was sleeping. I loved it so much when you did it yourself. If I did it again, I would know who I was giving it to. The Dixon house had a different name once it changed. I could call a house something different than the way it was because the community took charge of the castle it was contending with. How many orange groves would it take to make a community called Orange Grove? While cheese substitutes made for food that is not food… like cinnamon toast crunch and life. I have tons of that shit because I don't have dog's teeth.
He kicked her foot, that's why she didn't feel it. It took only one beer at the plaza after I had 6 at home to realize that she was lip syncing. Meeting Wes and Jason reminded me of the memory of being mere mortals while men and women danced to the sweet sounds of Whitney Houston. I hope you have joy and happiness in your lives. Love toooooooO! I will always love you. We gave our applause as the music faded out. I was as confused as the next guy, but the difference between me and the other guy was drunk. Wait, so was I. I watched as the guy dressed in black could lip sync as well as the last woman dressed in white. If you could sing with your lips without really singing, your entertainment will entertain us like we've never been entertained before tonight. Nice to meet you.
All hands on me… shots….. shots… where are you heading? To the sounds or the scenes? There was nothing interesting about the silence. I liked cigarettes these days as much as I liked seeing mexican women in the mens bathroom. Brothers of friends drove me as I recorded the stories. No one wrote in the club, except me. Cigarettes you breathe are about the smell I have to breathe when I wake up in the morning, after the point when you walked away tonight…. while you pretended I wasn't watching. Maybe it was only me. The performers were ready to perform, and you as the public, could not walk where the performers were performing. The better music reminded me of the best skate videos. It also said something about smaller pink circles. There were a set of smiles and pink dresses as drinks were being drunk and we continued to have fun, like always.
When Patrick said he was cool, I did not realize he was as cool as the name dropping, drag singing lesbian friends we had met previously. You just had to give it a chance to make your story a better story and jump into that car, that was driving away as songs were sung by mouths that did not move much. We met Wes and I wrote on as the singers sang songs not from their mouth. Happy Birthday Wes, and his friend, whoever that was…. while we tried to figure out what this song was really about. He wore a beard and wrote a story that included his own self that never really experienced this bigger story. Regardless of what anybody said, we had to walk back to the car, unless somebody else came to pick us up. You have to convince me to be a part of the bigger story. NO. Cool people might be related to those other people who might be famous and set up before we did… on Saturday.
I can only imagine what he said as he stroked her leg and I watched a dude pick up… literally, another dude that weighed way less than him. Most specialists were too specialized. I stopped when he stopped, but they turned right. I kept on waiting for the right turn to turn right. One friend of an older friend drove us home in his nice vehicle with only one headlight. An old friend found a new friend on the same bed I was to sleep. The last night and I felt the outside as I watched the both of the love and the "b" next door. Shy people got less of a return and I sat with my eyes closed soaking it all in. Was the story starting to begin, or was this the beginning of the stories end? We only took another try so that we could begin again. There was walking, dancing, holding hands with strange strangers, and I woke up on the couch just the same as yesterday.
I sat and recorded as much of the story I remembered… and what I couldn't remember was when I was busy living my life. Growing pains happened only while you were growing, and when you grew up, the pains were over. If you can't do it, then don't say it, because it won't happen. I woke up on the last day with the book of solitude at my feet and I was reminded of home. At one point, when you are on the road, you realize you have to go home. That was today and the project continues. Where people woke up would describe more of where they ended up last night, and the sitcom continued. Who doesn't normally sleep with a skateboard near their head and solitude at their feet? I did. Westmoreland would never be the way it was before. Lots of mouths to feed off of more creative love and music than ever before this week.
How many times did you rip out someone's jugular vein? If they were big as a fridge, you either had to run or revert to weapons. The translator sorted out the mumbles and I remember seeing his fingernails. Would you use 10% of your brain to be nice to people, or has all the space in your head been replaced with processors? Talking about doing things never got anything done. That's a fact. The writing fool wrote foolish stories while pregnant women needed pancakes. You can teach a child anything you want to when they are 2 years old so why not teach them shitballs. Teaching with impediments made things s bit wee'yo'd. Apples were commonly known as oranges in Russia, and dogs and cats made the opposite noises you would expect. I like you all, but you're a little crazy… just like me. We should build a cage to change peoples' minds.
Graveyard subway shifts were in the process of changing souls and 25 seemed younger to me now than ever before. Things were different on paper, just like these stories. There were lots of e-mails on the boulevard. The iphone made it easier to check your e-mail, but sometimes it was just easier to ignore them. Someone had to clean the toilet at some point. Mops were missing and chores were meant to be done. The option of slavery made it easier for everyone when it came to work, except for the slave. Who got the job of spanking the mopper? Defending the 40 year-old dude that will be cleaning our shit. Marvin never did as he was told, that's why he deserved a slap from my drunken hand. Clueless voices and good friends are the best ways to spend your Saturdays.
'Tamales' was the secret password and we had none for sale. Liquid vegetables were the best thing for a burning man hangover. New news changed old names. You at least got to taste one. The wall of weapons was missing and Sprout caught the mouse with a machete… with a big smile on his face. No one has to watch the non-humane lesbian sex talk. You ever live in a department store window or know someone who has ever loved somebody? What's the reality, and one day you will bleed too. Blood comes to women and unlucky mice. That was it…if you were not either of these, you are luckier than most. It's not that big so it won't last that long. Get ready for a blue mood while your wax dries and we said goodbye. Thanks for all the fun, and we'll see you all at the creativity carnival in June. Bring your best clothes and worst stories.
Every good corner needs at least 3 statue of liberty sign waving strangers. I never saw the skyline since it lined the sky with songs of sunshine. Truth passed no judgements on me. He lubed up & elbow deep, he reached in and pulled out the goat. I shot video. McBean Parkway was rapidly approaching and he drank tea like it was water. The frosty used to be my jam when I ate my fries with it. Just because it ain't meat, doesn't mean it's vegetarian. What was your choice of sauce? Salty things needed no sweetening she said. Who's logic was it anyhow? I wanted to sleep on this side of the bed. 3rd grade stories made people drink less soda, except for the woman in the gas station. We were getting tattoos of mushrooms on our belly. Seriously. Materialistic professionals and sub-par performance. We made our way over the make believe by using our imaginations.
I went to put another log on the fire but the log told me not to. It was not the food that made me strange. There is a light that will never go out… at least until you force it. Then it might go out. Trying too hard makes everything a lot harder than it needs to be. Future plans bring finer fortunes to beautiful minds and better people. It was a sign, just put your signature on the bottom line. Make all checks payable to cash. Grant us the trust to put our faith in trust. I continue to keep my ears open and my hand writing more handwriting. It is all just a smaller part of a bigger story. Good things come to those who wait, and I wasn't having a hard time escaping hard times. I sat on the seat and was content to share my time living the story of my own life. I was told today that I was the immediate judge and jury of what needed to be told. I edited the news as I lived it… and I only told the truth.
Did Barstow steal my sister, or did I leave her there? I think there was a story there, but sometimes the details are a bit fuzzy. My slogan was too big for my T-shirt today. All I do is miss you, and the way Juliet played those Bad Company cd's… while she made love to my music loving ears. Was your life interesting enough to write about, or would I enjoy talking to you more? We gotta get to Ireland first. Spreading ashes and burning gas brings me back to how much I love my carbon footprints. Clouds surrounded the chemical plants and the fog came back to greet us the same as it did on our drive down to Korea town. Fatty bouquets of farmers market flowers and the calming sounds of early morning showers. You couldn't forget things real easy if you remember to write them down. This is where the paparazzi poet came back into the picture. Who's hiring?
Writing in cars, crowded and dark drag bars, and on kitchen counters makes for a nicely documented trip. When is our next one? We live in a society where whispers held secrets, and bad influence influences lack of abstinence. Jazzy Jeff and nothing left of this 30 second track sample. The second time I decided to second guess my guest. Nowhere called and I was content to answer. Was there less on in this lesson? There was a small orange Cessna flying in the distance and he ate a small orange in the front seat. I had a green fingernail on my pinkie that I got from Art. We laughed and did creative things with our bigger creative beings. Speak to me without speaking and stroke my head with love instead. Give thanks and look at me like you did way back then. Rusty was my besty and some found sex while others showed how sexy writing can be. Don't move the coffee pot while brewing, or you'll definitely burn your hands. Wait for it…
I set my 54 cent coffee between my feet as I set my sight on Sac. We raced towards the north leaving whatever we left behind us. We are reminded of changing our minds to remind us to change. This time, he pressed the pedals and she pushed the buttons on her telephone. This makes one year since the big bear left bigger tracks, and this time there were recorded musical tracks too. She sung her spoken words with grace and we listened intently reflecting on her intentions. My god is no one being, it is many. Freestyle was not always free the first time, but I heard a first time freestyle that came out. No thing is nothing. No one is noone. Open your mouth as open as your eyes and your ears are. Get up and get out. Even Harrison Ford loved hip-hop as much as MC Draperies did. Huff and puff a healthy helping of the good stuff sometime.
If you didn't come along in the car on this journey, you just did. Smaller lined paper cannot house the true emotions of true souls. Perhaps we could be the car of sunshine that pulls up in YOUR driveway on one of your normal work weeks. We bring with us our smiles, stories, paper and pens, skateboards we won't ride, and a whole lot more unscripted plans that you don't need to make. Roll with the change and be true to the bigger universe. Do what you want to do, and be who you want to be. We decided to not be anything more so that we could do more of anything else. Call your name into the dark and that starts your descent into the witch club with us. I called my name, and carved a nice little spot out for my new blossoming friendships. We probably need to establish a new identity to identify past lovers who told him they loved him. Go fish for a new set of cards and be free to be.
You might further yourself by walking more, and you gain more by walking further. Far from home and having a home right where you are. My feet tap to the beat as the chorus repeats. Our beanies were the colors of the traffic signals and we signaled to the traffic to go away. Smooth. As the time passed us, I passed time with my pastimes. Come back as a king and queen in your next life in cow town. Be a carnivore, and the animal goes down. Literally. The Smiths said that meat was murder, but not everyone loved the Smiths. Open the door and let some light in while you get some dark out. Shake your booty as often as you shake hands. In one way, it's less dirty that way. I got backseat smiles and mirrored eyes. Not necessarily from the same people, and more importantly, not in that order. I enjoyed both and was ok with the silence. It was all right.
A poets book did not need to be a book of poetry and a little pollution in the air made for a better sun set. I wrote faster as the sun went away because it would be too weird to ask to have the dome light on just to be even more introverted and quiet. I left with an open mind only to come back with a new mind to open. Does the way you view things let you view them the same way this does? You must believe to overachieve. This week, on the horizon, will bring into the world a new robot and another way to re-boot the creative juice for me. Thank you for believing in me enough to make the short list to the larger adventure. For these few words of this story will bring about new perspectives and different selections of bigger reflections, I think Randy Newman was right. I love L.A. as much as my friends.