Large Pink Towelette, Sanctioning the Room

This night I've discovered much, concluding some inquiries in my mind while breathing life into a plethora of fresh, uneasy questions. As history repeats itself, I find date and time to be more and more accurate. As far and shy as our misguided, unspoken hard feelings fly, the paradoxical misfortune of our wishful thinking going into motion has already backtracked us. Thus far in this sentiment, I fear my intent is lost and clouded. I fear every day I recklessly seized as my own, without full prospect of your careful delicacy. Amok in these misty thought bubbles, I found a resolve in a certain greeting, just as thoughtless. How terrible I must seem, to the reality outside of my skin; I condemn my surroundings without much wonder as to what shape I leave them lay. If I've dropped too much obligation before, for the sake of where we stand, I'll quit nothing again-- I'd quit any procedure for the aforementioned reconciliation of your attic dreams. My one truth never lost, is not the illusions I cling to, but my aura that sparked inside me and not once yet stopped fuming, this desire undenied, unbegotten by the many. When pleasure lies solely in universal gain, my unflagged ship is sunk before sail. The only testament I clutch now is that same very blister that bore the rejoicing I recently claimed. The power to host the few, eavesdrop the floodgates that rest hardy: to focus on the success, hopeful ambitions, means not the certainty of its taking place. Let us merely wish for uprising betterment, taking form.

Up the Beach...Ocean Size

It all fell into place just as I had hoped: a week from today, Jane's Addiction will perform as a properly reunited act, with all 4 original members, for the first time in 17 years. It's really the only thing I wished for of life's securities.

Three songs, to celebrate their award of "Godlike Genius," the first time being presented to an American group.

Which songs? We all have our desires, and absurd perfect little sets in our heads, but of course it's already planned. Mr. Avery is rehearsing at present, as he announced yesterday.

I teared up today, listening to "Summertime Rolls" at the Paladium 1990, thinking about the fullest potential next week could hold for the duration of this year. Cannot wait for the box set.

See you soon.