and the beat goes

with our hearts.
i have been feeling so creative lately that i think the creative is like tiny blood platelets in the color of a rainbow. one more, and the rainbows will come spewing out of my eyes and nostrils and ears and mouth and fingertips and the whole world will be in the beat with the hearts.


and rainbows.
people change like fucking crazy. people i thought i trusted turned out i can't trust at all. people i thought were my friends evolved into something more. people, people are the strangest things, and i'm finding lately my dog is way more fun than other people.
a good way to be able to sit indian style in a jean miniskirt is to put a jacket on your vagina!
i feel guilty. but then again why should i? if it's i want, i should do it.
i feel accomplished.
i feel like i can conquer.
i feel like i can do anything.
this is self confidence i haven't had in almost over threeyears.
go fucking diego go.
i feel like running forever. i feel like bursting out music and dancing around naked. i feel like fucking just having fun. fuck everyone else. fuck the haters. fuck everyone who brings you down. fuck everything thats ever brought you down.
and i fucking mean it. in all probability, you are gorgeous. you're strong. you're tall, you're shirt, you're skinny, you're everything and only three or four people are trying to hate you. not because they are jealous. because they are blind.
over one million people in the city of dallas. and somehow we all know eachother. we see eachother every day. we met eachother. how? meeting is strange.
with andi, i met her on the school bus when i was 9. she was 11.
i met jenna in the fifth grade. she did not like me.
i met zark at my first no comment show.
i met davis at my second.
i met everyone i know by some crazy coincedence.
whether we talk about pretzels or fucking crayons, we find the people we found for some reason. whether it fate, i'm not sure i believe in it. whether it chance, not sure ever.
i'd like to say i believe in just BEING. in, in something thats greater. but not spiritual.
science is the answer. strive for something. i can't strive for anything, i'm not good at anything, but i can try.
i can conquer.
"the best kind of art is the art you don't understand."
-davis austin williams.
i may not have been there. but i read it. i love it. i believe it.
do something you don't QUITE understand.
do something you know you shouldn't.
kiss someone who wants you to, you know you shouldn't.
hug someone who doesn't want you to, but you know you should.
introduce your two groups of friends. watch new paths be made.
one million, and you can conquer.