stone green blue cream cool
foto by smith
maybe i’m dead.
at least that’d explain today. i died and went to heaven. except i don’t believe in heaven. i believe in my remains reuniting with the universe and merging wherever however its need and flow take me. but even if i did believe in heaven, they don’t believe in me. i’d more likely go the other way, and this certainly ain’t hell, so i must be alive.
interesting.
we met a man from the north american snows who has happy lines in his eyes from living here. he helped us find a place this afternoon. 6 months, $300 per. and we found we could maybe stay longer legally.
one of the better days. good coffee, sunshine, first meeting of new friend, wife alive as i.
foto by smith
enroute to inspect place to rent, passed church stone green blue cream cool, sacred singing overwafting, outside music underbeating, couple couples lawn court dancing, father crouched down helping 3 year old son piss from curb to street, sunlit urine sparkle eye dance as i float past.
plus i stole couple lines and stories from mr non-american-snow man.
i have more fotos than i can use, more notes than blogs have room. and lady’s as happy as i.
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this is one of the days that stay. like a couple i had on the farm as a boy, couple nights stolen car joyrides, my loss of virginity, 1st drunk, 1st take off & landing at controls of prop plane, one night of raging storm spent illegally wedged in the big guns on the bow of a nuclear powered guided missile cruiser crashing through the seas halfway to hawaii, 1st hearing bob dylan’s desolation row, 1st grass, 1st acid, 1st mda, 1st motorcycle ride, the night 3 rabbits love danced in the woods, my 1st solo art show opening, my only sky dive, several runnings from the cops, innumerable days with lady k. and now today.
“Better knock, knock, knock on wood” - Eddy Floyd, 1966.
i wonder why reality likes me so.
grateful i am.
foto by smith