Stuff and Things

I had a lot I wanted to type out but my head is thinking too much to type it all out. Just going to zone out let it all simmer. Think I'm going to just camp out on my living room floor and finally give Animal Collective a listen. 

Kart, I'm finally doing it. All you other Portlandians who have been telling me about them lately it's going to happen. Just time to see them at Music Fest Northwest. 

Humanity needs to learn to trust the stars more and observe and respect the other animals we share this planet with. We can learn a lot from each other if we would just try.

Anyway I need to quit typing now. That's sums up my head thoughts. 

Only two songs into Animal Collective and already regretting not listening to them 5 years ago. Oh well. Goodnight Interwebs.

The Choices We Make / Last Night

I know it's true; If I could just quit observing and act on my yearnings then I could be easily satisfied but it's all to fascinating to my mind.

Watching humanoids on a dance floor mimic is as primal as watching gather around a waterhole.  There are predators and prey. Lions, spiders, and birds of prey. I watched a girl move like nothing I'd ever seen; hypnotizing man after man then leaving them longing for more. I think she's a black widow. 

I watched sleazy guys pick up sleazy gals.

I watched lovers awkwardly make out in the back booths unaware of any bystanders. 

I was suppose to wake and go to Seattle, but when I woke up I couldn't move. 

I woke up to a kitchen and bathroom light still on and back door open.  

There was a beautiful cool breeze and Smoggie Catt had found her way in. 

I was lying sideways in the bed; belt unbuckled and pants unzipped.  

I probably planned to take those off. You sleep better without jeans; that's a fact. 

Unless you're out in the cold of course. But I made it home. 

Not before leaving the club... more like basement at 2:30 and running into Voodoo Doughnuts. Somehow after all that beer and whiskey I ate not one, but 2 Voodoos. 

But I don't remember laying down.  

I met some wonderful folk last night, but the observations were even better. 

I don't know where I'm going with this but I think I'm waking up really early to go to Mt. Hood tomorrow. Actually I'm really sure. This has to happen because I missed Seattle today. I need to go away for a little while.

I have a lot of head thoughts, and trying to write them all out. 

Mostly I just blog a lot, but the grey is returning and all these head thoughts are going into an even greater book. 

I can feel it, but right now these feelings just gotta simmer a little more.

More than anything I'm ready to play some rock n' roll; that's the only reason I left the forest anyhow. 

This sums up last night. It felt so good. It felt so right. Thanks for the invite Jackie. 

Head Thought

There are people and there are mystics. There are animals and there are creatures. 

To Be Continued... 

Bob.

He wasn't an angel or a devil. He was a bird and his name was Bob.​

BBC: Life In The Undergrowth

Smoggie Catt and I have started watching an old BBC documentary ​series called: Life in the Undergrowth. 

​Holy Shit is it in awe inspiring! We've only finished one of five episodes, but the amazing feats these creatures endure to mate, survive, and thrive is mind blowing. 

Put aside your phobia of bugs and watch this series and maybe you'll find yourself with more respect for the little critters we so quickly stomp beneath our feet.