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it was nice to hear the rain last night.

strange, in february, but nice.

its february. 2011. that is also strange. but nice.
lots of good things are happening in the near future.

hopefully making it to philly friday after work for some tattoo convention after party action.
hopping a bus to richmond the next morning.
catching a ride from richmond to harrisonburg that evening to see gifts from enola and party with the rad kids there.
then me and the boy will be driving back sunday morning..


because ITS THE SUPERFUCKINGBOWL BABY AND PITTSBURGH IS THE ONLY PLACE TO BE!!!!!

needless to say the bakery has been full of black and gold. we are busier for the superbowl more than thanksgiving and christmas combined. god bless america.

god-less america?.

<-- (flashback to san francisco chinatown billboard. hail photographic memory!)

i've been chomping on a lot of steeler style cookies and cream cupcakes:



and making alot of rexxy style cookies. bacon and hearts! bacon in training! i dream of skey!
most of the fucking drags of business society barely notice. but there are a few gems in town who buy my goods. and for them i persevere



next weekend we'll be roadtripping to virginia beach to see glassjaw.

got tickets for me and zepp101 to the second stage turbine blade tour in april in philly. i plan to stay for a few days. check out the art museum and the museum of medical oddities. and probably some more mummies. cause i'm into dead shit alot. and cheesesteak. CHEESESTEAK.

in march i plan to take a week or two off of work and buy another greyhound discovery pass. (only not a two monther this time ) i want to hit nashville and new orleans on my way down to austin, texas to see my man play in his label, the mylene sheath's showcase at sxsw. gifts from enola, caspian, junius, and more. so much good music coming out of this label its ridiculous. and i finally get to grace the texan lands for more than just a mexican border crossover! viva!

from traveling so much via hound last year i earned a free bus ticket to anywhere i want to go. nothing is set in stone yet, but i'd like to take the bus to coos bay, oregon. find a ride to the section of the oregon coast trail that begins in bandon and goes to port orford. a three or four day hike. i visited portland (the amazing toxic ! ) two summers ago but never made it to the oregon coast. been dying to ever since. i figure, i have a free ticket, i may as well go from coast to coast. i plan to go alone. it may be tough. but beautiful. incredible. the type of thing i live for. most people think i'm crazy, but then again, i am crazy.

2011.
wherever the wind blows me.
free of hesitation.
free of worry for the future.
whoooooowwweeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww <<<------- (wind blowing)

as for tonight..
i just made some delicious meatballs smothered in cayenne pepper and italian cheeses. i've been cooking alot this past year and have found that i truly enjoy it.

i'm about to strip down to my skin and indulge in naked yoga.
brew a pot of coffee.
then head to the bar for a few pay day brews..
"hoppy or stouty or whiskey!"
whichever way i sway it shall be delicious.

ahhh. my. how i have rambledl

but i'm feeling superb about life.

some days
i feel certain about everything
other days i'm not so sure
but i remember that once i was sure
and will be again
and that will go on indefinitely
and that's enough for me
some days i think:
when this machine malfunctions
(the one transmitting and transporting 'me' )
or breaks down
or is destroyed
there will be no more me
some days i think magic will happen
some days i see a leaf in january
hover
and it sends a chill down my spine
and i understand
some days my hair is curlier than others
some days i think my soul
is twisted there
spiraling out to you
some nights its pig destroyer
some nights its silence
some nights its rain
(oh, to have finally had one of those nights this one past)
but when persephone rises
the rain will fall again.
some days its the breath of sleep
and i feel it on my shoulder
and i do not understand how i get this love
and so many do not get love
at all
that way
and die
some days i stand in the middle of the road
four below zero, in the dead of night
look up and around planted firmly
and i think what a tiny fucking speck
i am
but i never feel small
some days i stop amidst crowds
rush hour downtown
and its unfathomably ridiculous in every way
so many mindless creatures
so many fucking idiots
so many bodies running here and there and riding up to seventieth floors
of buildings
doing things that were never necessary
man created this false concept once we started becoming obsessed with ourselves and steering away from basic instinct and need.
must work.
must be largest species.
must reproduce.
must control species.
must invent more work.
to fuel our greed.
to control. all the products of our fucking.
fuck for pleasure, not babies.
unless you are capable of raising a non robot.
but at least all those crowds are living their lives that way
so i don't have to
so they can stay swarming around their americanized hubs
keep the mountains soulful and solitary
the dive bars quaint
and the sands void of footprints
in the winter
where i sometimes tread
sometimes there are tsunamis
as i am somersaulting
sometimes my soul is a tiny bird
in seattle
on the table before me
and i'm staring it straight in the face
while my body breathes and chews.
and that is how i know
all that i need to know.

the simplest things change my life and linger with me for years. i dig it.
now i've typed for miles and i must be leaving you darlings.

well. ciao/meow my love balls.

REXES UNITE!