gabba gabba hey!

i feel good, really good.... everything has fallen into place, some things have fallen more awkwardly... but they work. there's a lot to be said about belief. i can't quite explain it now but I'll be able to one day. before i kick....

many people live their lives fearing that their dreams will be haunted, well, what about their reality? my reality has been haunted since i was six... that's a weird thing to say but i believe it.

i once wrote my name on the wall at a sneaker shop. i was asked to by the owner. he told me that every time i come back I'd be able to visit it. i set out to visit this moment in history early last week... they closed down.
do you think the owner took the jiprock down and transplanted the wall? maybe he painted over it. maybe the new haute-couture underwear store has skeletons in there closets (or fitting rooms) and blood on their walls. by blood i mean the thousands of signatures printed on the owner's wall. failed relationships, tired bodies, users, addicts, and lovers... all on common wall.

I've met my maker, I've been seduced by the harlot, and now I'm slowly finding out who my dark passenger is. his arrival is eminent.

smile, you've won.