dear blog
what words are left to fill the empty space, to make patterns coherent and digestible for the human brain, the monkey mind, the dolphin heart falls apart when it's left alone without a home or a partner in crime to play with when the tv explodes and light escapes back to where it's meant to be. lets see.
the science says we are stardust, i know this is true, every man woman an child is a star. we originate from space at the beginning of time caught in the densest dimension the one of form, as the explosion slows, these moments are the now, the front wave of the big bang, behind us it leaves it's train, in front of us it unfolds in possibilities.

i'm mixed up at the moment, i need a band and i'm having trouble finding one. i'm looking for a guitar player, a keyboard player and a drummer and probably a bass player. i don't even know where or how to look, and i'm not looking for the usual suspects, i need quiet people who just play music for the love of music, people who understand my limitations but like my songs. i want to record with them and play at my cd launch. i need to manifest them. now. this is the face of my explosion, this is my potentiality and my intent. make it so.