Show tonight, BK, 8 pm

http://newyork.timeout.com/events/jazz-experimental/319505/esp-disk-live-with-alan-sondheim-blaise-siwula-and-bern-nix

Bern Nix, free jazz guitar..

Come out all ye punx and ride the spirit free.

I'll be there [skipping my economics class] with the Frenchmen.

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love.

these days

Last night I didn't go out. I stayed at 408 129th St. Apt. 29 with two Frenchmen and ate rigatoni with sun-dried tomatoes and garlic, and split peas with palta (avocado), more garlic, onion, and frijoles. WE conversed about africa, african women, dancing african women, someone's girl, someone else marrying their girl, a party for the dude at a strip club, lap dances, booty in your face, frustration, sexual freedom, confusing sex roles, comforting positions.

WE started watching Akira Kurosawa's Dreams, but the internet i'm currently stealing failed us. SO we switched to Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, a fantastic film. Must watch. Burton is truly amusing.

The night went smoothly into dreams of wars with aliens, lacking a weapon, and throwing colorfully illuminated frisbees at their heads.

Heat worked better than two nights before.

Woke up with the drilling from the construction next door, followed by nose trumpet music.

I hear the birds, and i think of spring.

Tall buildings, gray, small trees, green, lonely people, rainbow, lovely faces, turquoise, rain, blue, flowers in the air, red, i breathe hard, black, and the flag waves for life.

Banged real hard on the drums to-day....ooo yay.! CALL if you wanna jamjamjamjamjam-6.4.6.5.0.5.8.4.3.9

peace, SW.

sounds of the soul

still a favorite, i hadn't heard in years

I close my eyes and let the feelings come in...so much past, but it's sounds like these that fill me so, with life in the present, and take me to a timeless place.

Hmm, Georgia font, that's a first.

Streets like a jungle, so call the police...

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

[Chorus]
GIRLS WHO ARE BOYS
WHO LIKE BOYS TO BE GIRLS
WHO DO BOYS LIKE THEY'RE GIRLS
WHO DO GIRLS LIKE THEY'RE BOYS
ALWAYS SHOULD BE SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
Get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schoen
But we haven't been introduced

i did

want to be a secret agent, and a hacker at some point...but somewhere along the way i lost my adventurous side and settled for snapping gnarly pictures once for e'ry blue car, writing songs for girls, hating stale donuts, and days of cleanliness. No, no not really...we will never be clean.

If ever we reached some state of sanitary subsistence we will have simultaneously lost freedom–the only state guaranteed to us by nature, and which has been steadily under siege since the beginning of the rape of earth–agriculture–by our own self-exalted brethren (arrogant bastards).

Breathe some and step right on up to the plate, cause if you're around today this is your scene, your canvas, your chinese jute, your paper and the life line of life, let's make the air fresh again. fuck the police.

1 MB = a dozen flowers

2 Beautiful eyes = scruffy brown curls

[ALSO fuck Webster's, Oxford, Harrap, Duden, Vox, Al-Mawrid, etc.]

your local SW.

Feeling like a number one ~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BshxCIjNEjY

nasty bass !

"space wanderin yam loving free jazz playing dweeb motherfuckin oh man im spacin' ........ "

In the zone

After returning to the zone, early on mon's day, the horizon looks a blazing fresh haze of green. I like green, and it fills me with love and all those goodie rip your hair out feelings and ideas. So it seems, I've decided to begin sharing again...spreadin' the grooves of the mighty Space Wandering waves, up the punx?

yes. SO here's to an awesome era of sifting bygones and acid humour..

your local SW.