I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU

I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU:

1. TO WATCH 60'S FASHION PROGRAMMING CLIPS ON YOUTUBE MIXED WITH 60'S/70'S ELECTRONIC MUSIC
.. AND NOT WATCH IT FOREVER
2. TO GROW A SUNFLOWER
.. AND THEN CUT IT DOWN
3. FEEL SO GOOD
.. AND FEEL IT FOR HOWEVER LONG; THIS ONE'S EASY



I DOUBLE DOG DARE MYSELF TO GET THE WORDS "THE ENCHANTMENT PT. ONE" TATTOOED ON MY BODY - WHY - I DON'T KNOW WHERE THOSE WORDS ARE FROM

THE WAY IN WHICH I LOVE JAZZ AND CLASSICAL MUSIC IS UNIMPORTANT
OR MAYBE IT'S LUCKY
BUT WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY
I LIKE IT SOMETIMES, BECAUSE IT SOUNDS LIKE HOW I FEEL AT THAT TIME
IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S GOING TO MAKE ME MIRACULOUSLY NOT STUPID ABOUT SOMETHING
I'M NOT EVEN DEFENDING MYSELF AGAINST ANYTHING
LIKE WHY IS THIS WHAT I'M THINKING

I've already met all of the people I want to know for the rest of my life. What are the chances that they will all live in the same place in the end? I mean, I guess they are fifty fifty - it will happen or it won't - and that's pretty good, right?



But still I suppose I always meet a new freak.

The world makes a lot of people afraid or guilty of expressing their love, and I am one of them.



Fiber optics, a podcast, friends sharing and staying connected, mail, music done right, a clean room, a weird room, my records and books, an empty house

This is what I have to work with. Hopefully I will be productive in a manner which my loved ones will be proud of, though I am just trying to cover up how awfully isolated I feel here. Which is good.



A lot of things are happening in my creative brain, but I still think about running my bike into traffic on purpose sometimes, when I don't know what to do with the love I cannot appropriately express.

Color my life with the chaos of trouble, 'cause anything's better than posh isolation

If I had to say something to everyone, I couldn't


Maybe I'd say, For my next birthday, I'd like my eyes to pixelate in a country where no one on the street is speaking English.







I want to be surrounded by people that are completely honest about what they like and what they dislike. The strings of words they think, what they feel, what they aren't able to, and the things that have happened which, if even hard to admit, are to blame.


And if I'm not there, I want them to be surrounded by one another.