funkabella

Alot of the time I am sad when I think about how people are turning into these living-dead things and everything is just in this vortex of negativitiy even when people pretend its all good, I'm sad to know so many people wear so many different masks:I never knew it was so common. But, sometimes something happens to light that fire in you, the one that burned strong and hard for so long, the one that burned for hope and inspiration, happiness and spreading good karma with a real pure honesty, the one that was SO idealistic that it got blown out soooooooo long ago, it was soaked and couldnt be re-lit. It happened though, much to my shock, it was re-lit. Whether it was our friend's kindness and beautiful art, their daughter Treyah, the kind brother at the show who kept hugging me, the sick and gnarly John Butler jam in Atlanta....I dont know what did it, but I feel hope again for this scene, not the people specifically but the overall-ness of it. I just needed to see or hear or feel some pure beauty, and I did, finally. I knew I would, but its hard to remember that after nothing for so long, rite? So now I'm excited about vending shows and festivals again, making my friends clothes, and getting those dreaddies tighetened up rasta high once again. I cant control who or what happens, in my life ever, but I guess thats ok now. Rich made me this sick dichronic glass pendant i have on rite now, its so headdie and sweet.. Our new glass bubbler is mighty dandy too!