"i'll let you be in my dreams if i can be in yours"
-bob dylan
i hope the people that are in my dreams think of me from time to time. they have such a strong impact on my life. i can go days, maybe even weeks with out a thought of them, but they are always in my mind...or is it my heart?
i've learn so much from these people. i know i'm being vague, but dreams aren't specific, which makes hard hard o talk in specifics about them.
this morning. i remember some of the people that were in my dreams, and it was a doosie! i gave me the worst case of the mean reds you could imagine! i don't know what happened. the plot? but the feeling it produced was unreal. i felt terrible.
i had to lay there and rationalize it so i could go on with my day! that is power. its a good thing most people don't know the power they have on other people. on me!
i love the people that were in my dream, the people that are in my dreams. even if we no longer talk their impact is so valuable. it shaped me. for better or worse. this is why after years they are still in my thoughts, my DREAMS.
amazing
it makes me wonder why? what brought up these thoughts/memories...
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
all ways on my mind
music + desgn = who knows what that could =. that's what i'm looking for
architecture....that's what i know, but not what i want to do...so, help me!! haha
i'll find "it" i guess, but i want to combine the two...architecture?(design?) and music. not in the traditional way where you make buildings. there needs to be more.
the creations could be music, they could be the things that make music, they could be something you look at while listening to music that brings your enjoyment to a whole new level. i don't know, but i know there is something else i could be doing other than making buildings.
music, i feel, is the ultimate form of expression. that's my passion, faith, love...religion? nah...i don't like religion.
so design and music. right? yeah. i'm working on it. finding the middle ground where my skills can be used to make my living. did i mention that? i want to be able to do whatever this music + design thing is to make a living. it doesn't have to support me all the way, i can do something else too, but i want this to be the goal. i want "it" whatever it is to be the ultimate thing that supports me.
i'm looking for "it"
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Now playing: Blind Melon - Hell
via FoxyTunes
architecture....that's what i know, but not what i want to do...so, help me!! haha
i'll find "it" i guess, but i want to combine the two...architecture?(design?) and music. not in the traditional way where you make buildings. there needs to be more.
the creations could be music, they could be the things that make music, they could be something you look at while listening to music that brings your enjoyment to a whole new level. i don't know, but i know there is something else i could be doing other than making buildings.
music, i feel, is the ultimate form of expression. that's my passion, faith, love...religion? nah...i don't like religion.
so design and music. right? yeah. i'm working on it. finding the middle ground where my skills can be used to make my living. did i mention that? i want to be able to do whatever this music + design thing is to make a living. it doesn't have to support me all the way, i can do something else too, but i want this to be the goal. i want "it" whatever it is to be the ultimate thing that supports me.
i'm looking for "it"
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Now playing: Blind Melon - Hell
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
ghetto chickens and cheese pictures
they aren't really related, but for some reason they are both floating about in my head right now.
ghetto rosters and chickens running, free range in my/our/the neighborhood.
color. that what they are. flavor. i often wonder about their flavor....
as for the pictures. there are the truly happy ones, the fake smiles, sexy self pics (my fav, oh yeah so hot...humph), the list goes on and on.... i like to be a photo stalker. the creepy friend who catches you at odd times with a pic.
oh nothing like a bike ride to get the mind going in the morning.
ghetto rosters and chickens running, free range in my/our/the neighborhood.
color. that what they are. flavor. i often wonder about their flavor....
as for the pictures. there are the truly happy ones, the fake smiles, sexy self pics (my fav, oh yeah so hot...humph), the list goes on and on.... i like to be a photo stalker. the creepy friend who catches you at odd times with a pic.
oh nothing like a bike ride to get the mind going in the morning.
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