Today the sky took one look at these aging eyes and winked with one passing cloud. I walk to the bus stop and get passed up by a skater with a boom box. He's listening to Jay Z. We eventually meet at the bus stop and just before the bus arrives he looks to my shoes and with a nod of approval says, "nice Zig Zags". I said thanks and look at his feet - he's got the same shoes. I write this exchange down.

we've been in the studio alot lately. I want to film something in there.
Got a number of new songs. here are some titles:
-Laughing Street Car
-Life on Paper
-Seven Seas
-the traveler
-Frenchmen Street

been reading some great Portugese poetry. here is a poem i really love. -h

The poet is a faker
Who’s so good at his act
He even fakes the pain
Of pain he feels in fact.


And those who read his words
Will feel in what he wrote
Neither of the pains he has
But just the one they don’t.


And so around its track
This thing called the heart winds,
A little clockwork train
To entertain our minds.

-"Autopsychography", by Fernando Pessoa