From out of nowhere...

I miss my family tonight.

Especially my mom.

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I figure once an hour until i pass out from exhaustion will do.

Been browsing around cyberspace, listening to the pretty music of Beauty's Confusion (bcmusic), and wishing they had more concrete music out than MP3's...the Winamp isn't doing it justice at all.~8(

Also reminiscing about last weekend's expidition to The Cleveland Museum of Art Sidewalk Chalk Festival (pics c/o darkest_eve). The blue and orange angels (IM000893cr) were my children for a few hours...wish I didn't have to work that day; I never got to finish them before the rain came. Of course, it would have been something also, to see the rains wash them away like memories. The orange guy with the white fence, the screaming face and not-a-ladybug above the angels were wraptboy's children.

I wish I had someone to go to the Temple of Lost Love with tonight. My heart is all achy along with my teeth...everything is sore from these memories that keep flooding my head. I wish they would just go on and tickle someone else's throat for a while.

Speaking of the Temple, wraptboy and I were thinking that we should get some local artists together and revamp the Death side, seeing as it got butchered by a bunch of political rantings by drunken fools. Some people have zero understanding for what meaning lies in a place like that.

Others bask in their own.

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& shtuff.

I think I'll call Busher tomorrow and see if he wants to work on a song. I need to get this shite out of my head already. I transposed some melodies today for the first time...it felt so strange, writing out the notes instead of singing them. The sensation was amazing though, to be able to write in this language after guessing for so long how to spell things correctly. The best part about it? I could still hear the notes as I wrote them.

Liberation is completely beautiful and crushing all at once.