all i do is sleep. all i want is sleep. i dreamed of keys and mice, murderers and flying, suicide and warehouses, crossroads and soldiers. the flying happens so often in my dreams that i always remember, in the dream, doing it before, having the ability. It starts out like jumping but a jump i can hold until it turns to flying, like a video game or something.

I came across my first installation when I was going through old footage a couple of hours ago. The installation was about the love of sex and the fear of children. I had some guys come up and draw on my belly and when they approached my body I turned up this horrible noise of a baby(kiah) having a fit. Still it was fun for me, I was laughing. The image of my stomach was being taped and mixed with a previously made video on a monitor.

I'd be more upset if people didn't check out my package.

Natty Dreadlocks!
I'm on a music kick. I can't stop myself. I keep searching out every song I've loved when I need to read and write instead. Mr. S. Eastwood is going to have my head on a stick.
The guess who's coming to dinner song is in my head right now. I really need a Natty in my life...
I know the song from a car wash in Atlanta. It was right down the street. Andy was always going over there and filming. He was trying to make a music video for those guys. The had band practice there at the car wash. They useta rock it, jamming loud as all get out.
Once the band leader ordered a prostitute from the newspaper. That was funny. A man has needs, you know.

I just read this somewhere (the original Natty singer)
Black Uhuru: Apparently the original lead singer, Michael Rose, now drinks his own urine for religious reasons.

I'm getting curious about Antonin Artaud. Does anyone know anything about that guy?

Cannonball Blues,
Why do I like these songs that mention idea's I know? like location? Buffalo?
or clothes? Overalls?