Namaste

2006-04-29

your eyeshadow is clumping...you should fix that.


This was the expression on my face when I thought about what happened last night. I mean when it actually sunk in. When I become one with the issue. It's strange that most of us are so inside our heads. Get out of our little heads. My friends. sit quietly. Just looking at something that isn't alive per say. As if there is a lack of feeling to push out words. You could say anything. You are quiet. millions of thoughts. Things about last year. Things about tomorrow. Things about things you thought when you were sitting on the bench downtown that day and we both heard polka dots checks and stripes living vicariously though that old mans tie. He had a fantastic tie. I'd like to make it into a strap for a bag and create the bag part of the bag out of paisley squares and those dancing fire monsters from the labrynth. maybe put david bowie on the back. He would love the feel of my pants against his face. I just know it.

Back to the point. I think that people are afraid. Afraid of their own crazy thoughts. We are all fucking crazy and derranged. Stuck in this place. Why not create something amazing. Create such a love. Give yourself a reason to live. Don't forget that you are here. It's the fucking most beautiful thing and anyone of us couldn't even fathom it ourselves. so, give thanks and praise people. praise whatever you need to...praise your toilet paper for being so caressing against your ass cheeks. I don't care. You are beautiful. We are beautiful. Let's be beautiful together. let go of your preconceived notions and fly against the flock. once we all do that...only then can we change directions.

Peace, love and bobby sherman.

Katrina at 2:29 PM



Namaste

2006-04-29

your eyeshadow is clumping...you should fix that.


This was the expression on my face when I thought about what happened last night. I mean when it actually sunk in. When I become one with the issue. It's strange that most of us are so inside our heads. Get out of our little heads. My friends. sit quietly. Just looking at something that isn't alive per say. As if there is a lack of feeling to push out words. You could say anything. You are quiet. millions of thoughts. Things about last year. Things about tomorrow. Things about things you thought when you were sitting on the bench downtown that day and we both heard polka dots checks and stripes living vicariously though that old mans tie. He had a fantastic tie. I'd like to make it into a strap for a bag and create the bag part of the bag out of paisley squares and those dancing fire monsters from the labrynth. maybe put david bowie on the back. He would love the feel of my pants against his face. I just know it.

Back to the point. I think that people are afraid. Afraid of their own crazy thoughts. We are all fucking crazy and derranged. Stuck in this place. Why not create something amazing. Create such a love. Give yourself a reason to live. Don't forget that you are here. It's the fucking most beautiful thing and anyone of us couldn't even fathom it ourselves. so, give thanks and praise people. praise whatever you need to...praise your toilet paper for being so caressing against your ass cheeks. I don't care. You are beautiful. We are beautiful. Let's be beautiful together. let go of your preconceived notions and fly against the flock. once we all do that...only then can we change directions.

Peace, love and bobby sherman.

Katrina at 2:29 PM