"Rave is Back!" my friend Sig declared last night.
mmm, maybe.
everybody's a beautiful thing.
something's back.
whatever back means.
listening to underworld's 'mmm skyscraper i love you' right now.
i seeeee elvis.
and i hear god on the phone.
i guess i'm thinking about the old becoming new again, the new becoming old, the old being remorphed into new, and all the rest that goes with it.
evolution.
re-evolution.
regression.
intuition.
or lack thereof.
maybe rave isn't necessarily back, per se, it can't be the same as it was.
but then, same as it ever was.
it's the feeling.
how it feels.
how to feel.
it's all jumbled and mixed and messed and fucked and
30,000 feet above you.
you're a beautiful thing.
....
so what does it all mean?
things, stuff and more things.
and more stuff.
steve turned 60 this week.
i got my hair cut. i feel like me again.
i'm worn out from work.
my sister's in prison.
my cat was recently diagnosed with polycystic kidney disease.
i guess i've been in a funk.
new roommate is new.
she rocks. and it's motivating.
so there's that.
i've had some amazing times with my friends of late.
i've recently met some great people.
so there's that.
things, things and more stuff.
and more things.
maybe march will bring things on the up and up.
