Back in the U.S.S.A

I'm trying to find the time
I'm picking the needles out of my spine
Pull out the hat
Shave the head
the face
And pull out my rabbits

The Future Freaks me Out

Battles

What do we fight? Our minds fighting themselves? Me fighting other people?

My mind is mine. I try to change aspects of it, but I cannot control everything. I am who I am.

Why fight humans? We are elbow to elbow with so many other people. There will always be some type of struggle for position among them, but why spend so much time battling? A group effort can help us all.

Nature is something that man has always tried to tame. This is where my battle is. To be close to mother nature, and close to myself.

I am learning and this is what Like.

Hello February and hello massive rain storm.
Sicily has been truly amazing so far and I feel as though I have learned a great deal. My passion for writing has died here, but I think it just has to do with the lack of mind activity I have here. My body needs more rest and my mind is at ease. Being disconnected for the most part is a very positive thing I think. I enjoy it.
So much to write, so little time.

ciao

The house I live in.

Packin' My Bags

It is time to hit the road. Take to the skies. Fly high above and watch the clouds drift behind.
A new place with a familiar face seems more than alright to me. Now if I can just manage to not forget anything...

So long America, land of the free and home of the brave. I was just too bored in your borders to stay forever. A large tank will grow a big fish. And a big fish is who I intend to be.

Hello Again

Hi 2011.

You feel old already. It's only your first day, but you vaguely remind me of 2009. It could be the regrets eating at my mind, the slight depression I feel, or just the cold weather nipping at my nose. A walk in the cold today has made me feel alive, but I feel disconnected.

Solidarity seems appropriate today. Cut off from the outside world.

You don't quite understand me and have no desire to. That is something I am unfamiliar with. Is it me? Have I lost that edge of my personality? Am I really getting so old that I am boring? Is it that I have diversified too much to the point where I am so spread out I lack passion?

Lightning in a bottle. I must find some.