wow! what a great day today has been, a real day off. filled with tangents and oddity, big issues resolve themselves and return full circle, love your enemies people, the most powerful spell in the last two thousand years, that's the word.
it was good to see you alh, you're a singularity. i wish one day i could drink the medicine with you. grok,
i guess we are still different but share the same work ideas. and here you are again, headhunting, i like that we walked into that room this morning.
'hi jojo,' you say to jojo, i can't see anything because your standing in the doorway when you introduce me to jojo and then ask him about his performance.
i leer in to look, 'stand up comedy?'
'yeah, how did you know?'
'i read your aura man'
''what colour was it?'
'don't know jojo, it just made me laugh.'
and then you said, 'bye jojo, if you need anything just ask,' 
you gave me the look and shut the door.
that was it right? 


later i have an amazing mushroom soup with the high priestess and i steal her images while she talks about some shamanic bozo from south america. it's fun chatting but i'm selecting images, so my heads kinda wrapped around them, there are thousands and i have to scan fast. i'm not adept at multi tasking.
the soup is great, very nutritious, my body absorbs it fast. the images are good quality and varied, she's got great sounds and visions so i fill up a dvd worth and then a usb stick and then we decide to go to the mall but i stop home to pick up a split, cos no one would go to a mall straight.


i get a book on music, i think i wanna learn something about it that may influence what i do next, i wanna create something complex musically, something elegant, a less is more and some kind of interplay between instruments and sonics, using a deep realm, maybe something penetrating for the listener, one long spell. 
anyways hp is going into shops she has never been in, its funny because she is so attuned to environments and energy, the mall freaks her, we escape to the beach and smoke.
we watch the waves at night.


she tells me about her adventure in melbourne, the whole story, breaking into cars, an english gentleman she digs and i say, 'yeah he's your man.'
we drive back with her driving all over the road while using her ipad and showing me this guy, i look at his images and decide i really like this guy. she sent him a text saying, 'i'm in tears at the airport.'
and he just came to her rescue, straight away. that's cool, not many people left who behave like that, but he is a gentleman and i always dig that in men.
anyways hp seemed to have ended up in the arms of a good man, much better than the brazilian shaman hp, they are just shaman. gentlemen are a fucking beyond shaman.