Have you ever blogged so hard- it hurt?

Have you ever loved a woman so hard it hurt- and then tried to write about it; and it hurt more?

Because you're trying to express everything in your heart, and writing wrings it out like a sponge, but then you just have a digital mess of unrelated garblings.

....."Love is a panther- UHauled me."...."misers never love, but you were gold to me"....."davey crocket in a jump suit sent from a cannon of love, my seed to thee"......

For instance- the above writing makes no sense. None at all. And sometimes this hurts- constructing your life to follow a narrative logic- and to convey this to both yourself and others- to feel purposeful AND entertaining. Tough stuff.

Well, I had a dinner party last night; kind of rad. I wish I had invited you, though. I feel kind of bad. Don't be offended, but we were serving meat on meat on meat.

We used hamburgers as plates- bacon for silverware and carved out walrus tusks for cups (still considered meat cause it was still attached to the heads). Yes, we mixed cheese on everything- I don't keep kosher.

Isn't it funny that I think eating pigs is worse than eating shrimp on the Kosher scale of things? It isn't. Trefe (non-Kosher) is trefe, I don't think there is a degree of wrong here (although I think cannibalism trumps pork for sure- that I'm sure of. Absolutely).

Hmmm, sometimes you contradict yourself in the middle of a blog- and it hurts.

Do you think when I send out a resume, the employer searches my name in myspace and reads up on me and my zani (and innane)ness? That is why I changed my headline to "separate the artist from the art." I heard the Boss (you know, the real Boss) say it in an interview onetime.

Springsteen trumps real bosses. Matter of factuality.

I think I'm going to see Object play at Trash Bar tonight @ 9pm. Want to come? Should be a rad show as always.

Oohhhh, Lola & Gabriel are playing a couple upcoming shows at Pianos. We are opening for some guy on the 16th, and then its our baby, I think November 18th, just need the return confirmation, a Sat. at 9, I think….yea!!!!!!!

Are you going to come see Lola & Gabriel at Stain Bar this Tuesday? I might sing a very personal song about Angels, Ice, Trains, Etudes and such and such. I'm a little nervous. I should go practice.

…Oh space-angel-blog-attendee, you love me don't you? You'll always be there for me, in the midst of hardship and shiphard? Sense and nonsense for nonsenses sake? Sensei sake? Sofa-loren? Sleep.....can't fall back asleep- have photo research to complete.

You reading this, Christine? Aren't I so responsible in my work, and so odd in my blog, which takes part of the day in which I should be working?

What is this thing called "life." Backwards, it is simply EFIL. Pretty deep, right?

I stop now.

BACK AGAIN, BABY!!!

well, I stopped posting on this because I didn't think you were paying attention to me, and wanted you to know what a life without me was like.

Then I got lonely for you.

So I'm going to continue posting my myspace space postings and repost them here, as well.

Because I love you.

And I want you to love, just like I love you.