My home has been invaded by billions of tiny spiders, they move so fast it's impossible to catch them, they are a horde, like a black sweeping entity, composed of individual cells, acting like a collective, i like watching them on the contrast of my white walls and ceiling, spreading out en masse, they remind me of the Borg. I'd like to film them, then write some music for them.

Evening surf at Avalon beach, the surf was so georgous, so crystal clear and pristine, the waves were massive, the sky was blue, the sun is out, it's beautiful, and so are you.
I am contemplating the perfect life, living on a beach and surfing every day, eating fish, drinking fresh coconuts and making love to some island girl in a hammock, ahh thats a life i lead in a parrallel universe.

Listening to Richard Ashcrofts new cd, he's very cool, i like his voice and i like the strings, there's something really fucking great about that music, i think it's cos he's searching for something.