lunabelle

Oh man, this is why I stay the craggy old/young bachelor hermit. I'm sorry girl, truly sorry... get the fuck outta the suburbs if possible and magic will come again

I stand on the rooftop and yell at the night
that's how the conversation begins
from there things settle downand we talk
like civilized entities that we be and hash out
what it is that stinks, the chores left unfinished
no point in keeping it bottled up
up and at them now or the mess will only get worse
speak, damn you, speak!
can't sleep, can't sleep with shit brewing
people live for passion but passion is as much a recluse as anyone of us. stage performance is excellent! in the flesh, off the stage, sometimes very hard to talk to. a different persona? we play hide and seek. problem is we rarely define when it begins and when it ends who is hiding, who is seeking.

poor craftsmanship, eh? hire union. um, wait...

hey hey hey...you live in santa rosa? so do i. it's a small world after all. have a beautiful day.

and a dash of spirits and we're off to the races

?whats your comic books www?

dunno, seems to be there in some pics. I mean shit, I AM a total angel... ha haha

Hmmm.... Last of the line.. Well, I can't speak for the animals as a last of a species... but as the last male child (mind, male child - our society loves to think everything is centered around us ) of at least 5 generations....

There are two ways of viewing it.

One, that there is a great need to procreate and by not dong that, I am incomplete and am the sole witness to a disaster. And you then drive yourself nuts seeking the unattainable...

Or two, that I am the culmination of my ancestors. In order to best honor my species (or family, as the case may be) I must strive to do everything I can to honor that to the best of my ability. All of their yesterdays have lighted me the way.... Well, of course to death, but more importantly, to a brief yet important life. What I do with what life they have given me and how they are all part of me.. it is very humbling.

It doesn't really change the tragedy nor heal the loneliness, but at least you don't let the species go quietly sobbing to its death...

Anyway... you like comics, so I guess I would suggest Robinson and Harris' Starman put out by DC... now discontinued but in GN form. One of the major themes is fillial responsability/lineage/ and how that does not necessarily shape who you are, but what you are. Plus, Jack has awesome tats.

I don't understand people that wash their cars everyday. I don't quite understand the suburbs either. I took a journey around the bay, eastside, south side, and for the life of me I couldn't tell the difference. The monotony is frightening. Everything is so peaceful but I can't help but get the feeling these people behind their little castle walls are probably the most xenophobic, scared little people on the planet.

The wheelchair gag, I like, I like. I could see doing that in the fishermen's wharf area. give the guests a pleasant memory.

Yer mom sounds cool. My mom didn't really like it when I brought a dead bird into the house as a kid and thought I could bring it back to life with the Operation game. I thought I was doing ok because it wasn't buzzing...

and yet your dream seems to make sense, a whole lot more than mine. what do you think that "white fluid" was?

word on the streets has it you lived in a missile silo once..... i need to know where this missile silo is. i need to live there.... my dream always has been to live in a titan 2 intercontinental ballistic missile silo.....
please.... please tell

who?

I've always thought it would be cool to be a ring master with a monkey on my shoulder and a big pot belly. Only problem is I don't have a monkey nor do I drink enough to have a pot belly.

Oh well...there goes that dream...