roxy wants to go to new york in a couple weeks. want marty and me to go.

why do i have so many people's numbers when i _never_ call people. i don't understand this . thing. of giving a person your number. .. hmm hh.mp. tomorrow is saturday . in which i will work all day. . my parents are going to arkansas in the autumn. autumn=drop. bj�rk=birch. sepelhanhi? ha. fetch fumble.

in dutch this name can mean tom cat or hangover. but in swedish it means cathedral. how odd.

yeh.

i've caught myself exaggerating so much lately. everything is terribly out of proportion in this head. my hair is dirty as hell and goes whereever i tell it. last night was dreams of dwight yokam and old job of sweathouse.

there is a cubed barn-green house around the corner. no driveway. a beautiful tree directly in front. with a few mistletows in it stuck. with a coven of ceders beside. with a covey of sedars beside. with a grove of cedars beside. and a small pond. all my ambitions start to come at this time(_des nacht). they keep me from sleep. thinking about.... such things as.... getting up at the crack of dawn to take pictures of green cubes. funny huh. ,so i end up staying up late drawing (scribling) or watching a movie (or dreaming) or not being able to sleep (reading something i will forget the contents of tomorrow this time).. and those minutes in the morning. those chances to wake when the alarm clock calls you.,, turn into cranky forgetful half asleep and doing no good in either world. used to get so much accomplished before (in the getting dreams done area) when i slept (seemingly) all the time.

half past eleven now