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something about the hype of weekends starting on THURSDAYS
that get me all giddy and awake and blogilicious
(not to be mistaken for "fergilicious").
what sucks is i just end up staying up late
(later than my usual ridiculous insomniac-ass bedtime)
and sleeping through my entire weekend.

oooohhhh hidey ho,
tonight was an ill-lit / native guns / attik / ise lyfe / baysick / power struggle kinda night!
(oops, i think i dropped some names)
being cooped up in an office for ten hours today definitely had my mind a-drifting into the not-so-distant future of getting to be a full-time artist. april ain't that far away, son!
to the people who read this blog regularly
(that's right, i'm talking to both of you--mom...and jesus)
you get to experience with me the trials and tribulations of me taking this art thing full-on.
(either that, or by may it'll be a blog about my new job at pizza hut)
but of course, if it ever got to that point,
i'd probably just live a front in the cyber world, claiming to be traveling the world on tour with locations secretly based on the toppings of the pizzas i delivered that day.

so, i just landed back from the tangy chicken maui islands, and i can't wait to rock the show in the stuffed crust mediterranean islands, sonnnn!

ok, that was stupid.

but yes, definitely hitting up the open mic tonight was great for the soul. watching all the homies on the mic. when the cypher is full-circle, and the band is sweating, and you're able to step outside of yourself for a single moment like "yep, this is a golden age!"

had the same feeling with the 33degrees house parties we used to throw. when the walls of the loft were lined with sweat and the bass ricocheted off people on the dancefloor. tonight, the audience got to witness genius musicians merely making a pit stop on the way up to the top.
(oh, pffft...i wish i was including myself in that list)

well, we'll see about that, won't we? the brain's been itchin. been carrying a pen around again. and tonight i ran out of room in my phone, texting lines to myself. we'll have to see, we'll have to see.

--no sleep for drizzle.

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