hello world.

i was in the studio until 8 tonight, again.

at least i accomplished a lot.

busy weekend and i am anxious for tomorrow for two different events occuring one after the other.

after that night's rest i will be anxious free as i pitch a tent in the studio.

pitch a tent with Bert. no one wants Bert, forget about sleeping with him.

Bert is a cockroach. He is the studio's pet who we keep in a container with a clear lid.

 

i am halfway through the book A Driftless Area by Tom Drury. i am on a role with this whole reading business. i think it takes me the completion of a novel to pick up my spirits, as i realize it is possible for me to read an entire book, in order to continue a reading routine.  i'm excited to plan my next book.

why the heck am i even on facebook. i have it open and everytime i swtich to that window, i just end up scrolling up and down what the heck is that.

i am so sleepy. i'm allowing myself to sleep in a little bit tomorrow because i plan on being in the studio for 48 hours this weekend. 

well well well , Le Tigre.

mm warm bed around bed time and knowing my eyes will fall into slumber anytime into a dream and dreams in comfortable sleeping positions and it feel s like your sinking into the depths of your bed for days the bowels of your bed like the bowels of the earth found in Chauvet Cave. or that other word i can't think of. you know what i'm talking about though, those primitive beings . ending start, finish line. where i end and you begin, end of days -- does this mean the everlasting reign of nights? what if that what it meant. night with no day is life with no god. i did not capitalize i because my god is God, when i say god with a small g it suddenly becomes any kind of god whether or not its a religion or yoga.

everlasting reign of night..

i like how it sounds, as i, myself, am nocturnal

only thriving the moment i can't see outside my window clearly. i can't see clearly now.

but i am with you because perhaps this song says so. 

cambi tutti i giorni e resti sempre la stessa

you change every day and you'll always remain the same

a te che io ti ho visto piangere nella mia mano,

fragile che potevo ucciderti

i saw you crying in my hand, worried that i can kill you

a te io canto una cansone perche` non ho altro,

niente di meglio di offrirti, di tutto quello che ho

prendi il mio tempo la magia che con un solo salto

ci fa volare dentro l'aria, come bol

to you i sing a song because i have nothing else,

nothing to give you of everything i have

i am dead

in heaven with Lorenzo Jovanotti whom i love whom wrote this song whom you should download and listen to