feels as though im being tortured. i cant run, hike, bike, or walk. its driving me crazy and im falling. accomplishing nothing, bank account is dwindling, i hate my job, i cant do anything active. fuck this.
'everything was beautiful and nothing hurt'
Though life often seems hard and unfair, life itself is still a miracle.. and therefore it is extremely beautiful?
June 25, 2011
June 18, 2011
dance like a rubber band
longwalkshortdock!! his show was quite unlike others. this guys ENERGY is contagious. He is nuts. ~Loved it~
sit dancing was so frustrating... but i did end up on the dance floor... Dobbling (hobble dancing?) Sympathy to those in the world who cant dance- its the spice of life.
ok so at one point he screamed 'DANCE LIKE A RUBBER BAND'. i like that haha.
hoping i can see him at shambles! woop ;)
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sit dancing was so frustrating... but i did end up on the dance floor... Dobbling (hobble dancing?) Sympathy to those in the world who cant dance- its the spice of life.
ok so at one point he screamed 'DANCE LIKE A RUBBER BAND'. i like that haha.
hoping i can see him at shambles! woop ;)
June 2, 2011
caterpillar
I–I hardly know, sir, just at present– at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
What do you mean by that? said the Caterpillar sternly. Explain yourself!
I can’t explain MYSELF, I’m afraid, sir said Alice, because I’m not myself, you see.
I don’t see, said the Caterpillar.
I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly, Alice replied very politely, for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.
It isn’t, said the Caterpillar.
Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet, said Alice; but when you have to turn into a chrysalis–you will some day, you know–and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?
What do you mean by that? said the Caterpillar sternly. Explain yourself!
I can’t explain MYSELF, I’m afraid, sir said Alice, because I’m not myself, you see.
I don’t see, said the Caterpillar.
I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly, Alice replied very politely, for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.
It isn’t, said the Caterpillar.
Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet, said Alice; but when you have to turn into a chrysalis–you will some day, you know–and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?
June 1, 2011
grass, jungle, secret - a trio of sound
Mr. roberts @ stanley park. Wine, strawberries, sourdough baquettes, live music, sunshine... and the company of my lovely girlfriends. nothing could stop the magic the night had to offer. Sam roberts was spectacular... even from behind the fence. His first song came on at twilight. The bass was felt so intensely pounding through the ground at one point... it was unexpected and fun... music through the viens. also turns out i know more of Sam's songs than thought, which inspired my dancing in the grass. lucky enough i was able to convince kristina that the best way to stay warm was by dancing haha. Soo we danced, danced, danced... high on the fresh air, beautiful world, and tunes. magnifico!
Astoria... as summed up- lovely claire! robbie! robot dancin hobo! junlge jungle jungle FAN!
Grove... late, love, dance, groove, sleeepy energy. We were the last ones let in! oh and a lil lost adventure before the show haha. All round special place... grovey.
*one night.... many colours of dance*
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