hi. i'm sitting in a basement in new york city. upper west side to be exact. last night i rode down here from the place i'm spending the summer; a holistic learning center two hours north of the city. the car ride was insane. there was a really high maintenence person in the car, backseat driving like crazy, being just totally neurotic. it got to the point where i actually had to look her in the eye and tell her to be quiet. that's so out of character for me.
after that i started drinking port from the bottle, in the backseat of the station wagon with a poet. the poet is named phillip t nails. he is a beautiful human being. he asked me to help him finish a sentence so i stuck my tongue in his mouth.
i love being in new york city. i love how crazy it is here. when i'm here i drink too much coffee and eat too many carbs, i get drunk and i kiss the wrong parts of people and i laugh and the word 'belonging' doesn't matter and everything just is.
but most of the time i'm not here, most of the time i'm living in my little tent on my little tent platform in upstate new york. i wake up with the trees and sleep under the trees. i feel the moon because it touches me most of the day as i slumber beneath it. i work hard and help out and pick wildflowers to give to people i love who i've only known for a month. since i arrived there. i wake up to drum circles and eat bagels with artist adventurers who can't help but need to contribute to the world. i take saunas and sit naked on wooden benches talking about glorious things with similarly naked strangers. i get ticks, i kiss women, i rake leaves, i mop floors, i sing, i sing to myself, i sing to others. sometimes i get discouraged there but never as discouraged as other ways of life have made me before.
life is good.
i don't have much internet up there so this is a rare update for you guys. i realized the other day that i am an artist and part of my art is the pictures i made for you. i want to make more and give them to you.
please send email if you are so compelled. thanks everyone for existing and stuff.
ps. where i live, a lot of the girls look like mary jane
after that i started drinking port from the bottle, in the backseat of the station wagon with a poet. the poet is named phillip t nails. he is a beautiful human being. he asked me to help him finish a sentence so i stuck my tongue in his mouth.
i love being in new york city. i love how crazy it is here. when i'm here i drink too much coffee and eat too many carbs, i get drunk and i kiss the wrong parts of people and i laugh and the word 'belonging' doesn't matter and everything just is.
but most of the time i'm not here, most of the time i'm living in my little tent on my little tent platform in upstate new york. i wake up with the trees and sleep under the trees. i feel the moon because it touches me most of the day as i slumber beneath it. i work hard and help out and pick wildflowers to give to people i love who i've only known for a month. since i arrived there. i wake up to drum circles and eat bagels with artist adventurers who can't help but need to contribute to the world. i take saunas and sit naked on wooden benches talking about glorious things with similarly naked strangers. i get ticks, i kiss women, i rake leaves, i mop floors, i sing, i sing to myself, i sing to others. sometimes i get discouraged there but never as discouraged as other ways of life have made me before.
life is good.
i don't have much internet up there so this is a rare update for you guys. i realized the other day that i am an artist and part of my art is the pictures i made for you. i want to make more and give them to you.
please send email if you are so compelled. thanks everyone for existing and stuff.
ps. where i live, a lot of the girls look like mary jane





