Cherished Misery, Inc.: Sun-Dials on a Cloudy Cold Day

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Sun-Dials on a Cloudy Cold Day

ok we got up at 530 am on a sunday to go wait 4 the sun to rise in the field about a block away...we get there and theres crackheads in the field who immediately try to get a smoke from us...she actually asked Ayla if she sm

oked HAHAHHAHAHA *Do either of u have a smoke I can borrow?* hahahaha
So...there we sat...waiting, freezing our nards off...til 6 47 am....and NATURALLLLLLLY it was cloudy as a whores pee and we didnt get to see a damn shadow...we waited til after 7 and then said fuck it and came home to thaw out...im still cold and its 835 now hahaha
It is still cloudy n poopy out so we dont have to go back unless it looks like its gunna clear.
Ayla made cinnamon buns 4 brekky, they were to die 4.

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My Beloved Henry Rollins

"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."