I have this strange feeling in my belly. The feeling is: I will not be leaving Perloff for a long time. Ah, Perloff. You are my strange mistress. Your hand guides me into the darkest places. Then you release me. I am at the mercy of the abyss of my imagination. Sometimes, a very frightening place. Sometimes an erogenous paradise. Sensual fireworks. I am currently overseeing a mill of the new outer petals. I can tell this one is going to work. Good. Most of the evening has been spent working on water tightness. Later, I will have to shift over to writing some exciting lyrics for the flower. We did a random selection of a number, and my number was what turned up. This means, I get more work! Yes. It is fair, and I would be lying if part of me did not want to take on the writing. I want to take on everything all the time. That is the facts. So, here is my bed, let me lie in it alone. Thanks.
2006NOVEMBER30
Music| The Mars Volta, Amputechture
Shirt| Black v-neck