stomp like a monster, swag like a zombie

it only seems right to play in the concrete jungle during the season of fall...
the changing weather...the changing of our surroundings...
it's been a long time since i've played with paste...the wheat kind.
for some reason it reminded me of thanksgiving 07 in Chicago.
during the morning time, where i awoke to snow.
except this time i didnt bring a camera...
we also know thats the easiest way to get rolled on...
besides...now i get the opportunity to roll out and about to see what stayed...what got buffed...and also catch the occasional flick of a city worker having his way with it...those are funny...
you dont look like a zombie when youre wearing a suit and tie...
but you can still stomp like a monster...and swag like one...
my brain needs fuel...
in the form of less drinks, more talks, less stories, more action, less coffee, more sleep.
lets produce together. music, art, whatever makes us feel whole.
then lets destroy it and do it all over again...
tis the season...
my favorite season...
nothing to do but sit back, enjoy the art from a distance...
and keep my heart bumping at a steady B.P.M.
what happened to the days of:
lobster...sword cutting...mix.tapes...all.night.sessions...exacto.blades...
flat.black...soul.silent.beginnings... dusty.fingers...late.night.rendevous...
the.jason.west.project...skeletons.rising.from.the.graves...
lovin.spoonful...pair-a-shootas...rockin.the.free.world...paint.in.mail.box.cases.
keys that unlocked nothing...nothing is everything...the art official, artificial...witch.craft...ghost.hunts...paramount...saving birds...scribes...
self portraits...sing-a-longs...rollin on polyurethane...4 pairs of shoes a month...
the canadian...

who really knows...

somewhere between now and then i lost it...
it could of been the law catching up.
life catching up.

i use to be so carefree.careless.&.selfish.

now i'm the opposite...careful...selfless.

weird.