Tangerines

What a rough week. Transpiring amongst the rejection, but understanding that as corny as the cornmeal in my gluten free side of the cupboard.."God will never give you more than you can handle". Taking solace that destiny is a force not to be reckoned with and that at one time not too long ago I felt the high of being part of an aesthetic effort to make Los Angeles a more beautiful disaster than it already is.

We will meet again....

My dreams were lucid last night, it was like my subconscious was being poisoned by all my fears for the past few weeks and the gates of scenario hell came flooding open.

Note that many of the women in my dream were consistently wearing blazers....must be the overtones of being oppressed and confined by a corporate thought bubble that....9-5 is a means to an end necessary and futile for the well being of my very soul.

I will leave you with a song by a band that I normally merely dislike but have told people that I am trying to impress, I hate......If weeping willows came to welcome me to the Bayou in the next few day, this song would ensue.