You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

I totally forgot to update with news that I GOT THE BANJO! She is so beautiful, with mother of pearl inlays and the most crazy sexy twang. I still remember the feeling I had when I first got my hands on her and was walking free down the road, in the rain towards the bus

I’ve been struggling to cope with a lot of strange and uncontrollable feelings for many weeks now. More emotions are surfacing, strange perceptions and instincts, but my ability to express them is numb at the same time. Not able or wanting to write and when I do it doesnt feel right. Energetically I’m feeling the

The little prince crossed the desert and met with only one flower. It was a flower with three petals, a flower of no account at all. “Good morning,” said the little prince. “Good morning,” said the flower. “Where are the men?” the little prince asked, politely. The flower had once seen a caravan passing. “Men?”

The entire perception of my surroundings is out of whack. I keep thinking I’m sitting in front of my laptop at Melissa’s in West Newton, then get up and realise, ohhhh… I’m actually in a motel room and have to think hard where exactly and why I’m here, realising it’s Springfield Missouri, then for some