Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
In fact, there's a lot I want to do.
But mostly, just lie and do nothing with you.
I want to hold your hand as I fill my head with jargon from a book.
Oh, when I get my hands on you.
You know what I want to do.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I don't want to sleep. I just want to Create. Dance. Work, and Play.
I want to visualize musical notes and bring them to life, I want to make them wrap around the people's feet and drag them across the floor, fling them across the room.
I want to paint a world of vivid color. Of spray can houses spraying neon clouds, and tye dye trees, amongst a ruby sun. With organic cotton clouds, so white it hurts the eyes.
I want to spray stencils on every surface. So that you walk past them every day, and try to put a face on the shadow of the man who put them there. as I watch you and grin.
I want to capture happiness in a bottle, and give it to someone. Because that is better than money.
I want to stomp on a PC in front of Bill Gates.
I want to make apple soup, of apple slices and apple juice for broth.
I want to own every kind of camera, and be able to think like one too.
I want to discover an island then play in the volcano that made it, and go flying on a boulder as it shoots off and soars over the ocean.
I want to dig a hole into the middle of the earth and live in a cave made of crystal olivine, and carve an underground castle out of it. I will play dubstep in it that will cause major earthquakes, and they will make people dance. No buildings will fall. Because I will put gravity on pause.
I will stop incorporating geology into my blogs, because there is a fault line between nerdy and weird that is just too easy to cross.