Listening to: “For Beginners” – M. Ward
A quarter of a century, people. This guy (points, Fonzi-like, at self) is OLD. I promised myself that by my birthday, I’d get a job, health insurance, and a haircut.
…. hey, one out of three ain’t bad, right?
At least it’s gorgeous as shit outside. (If shit were gorgeous). Maybe I’ll go to the beach or somethin’. Party the other night with buddies = amazing.
The first two things I saw this morning = this comic:
…and this poem by Matthew Rohrer, from a hand-printed zine I once picked up at The Strand for 48 cents:
Into the vessel, pour your great work.
Each of you is the universe, though occluded.
Expand hungrily into other people’s routines.
Open the door to protein.
Three purple trees and new groundcover in the wet woods.
Stand beside their occult murmurs.
Your friendship is the great work.