i'm not really sure of the machinery that causes sunrise to turn to sunsets

or what cogs and wheels turn in order for this moment to pass to the next

i want to shoot out into the deep dark night and explode

rivers of colour flowing from me lighting up the night making something worth looking at.

i am really truly afraid of being completely and utterly forgotten

sometimes i listen to the sound of the city all around me and pretend that its a city about a million miles from here and that i'm underneath something built hundreds of years before i was born

i don't feel inspired right now.

i spent the last 3 months stationed on a russian spy satellite

read watch record click send and into existence it comes

i think i'm back now i'm sorry i hiatused

when i was up there i saw more stars than there are flavors of ben and jerry's

and i realized that i have an entire world in each of my eyes

and realized that it doesn't mean all that much because most of my world resides in hers

and realized that i want to write a book

and be somebody

you can come to my book signing

and after we can go out for pad thai

there is far too much to say and too little time to say it so i'm going to work on words

better words

smarter words

words that mean something the way they all mean something

while spy satteliting i met a russian named yuri

he had the saddest eyes i'd ever seen

he lost his dog in prague on one misty spring evening as he walked under streetlight

and he lost his heart in moscow in the wee hours of the morning when he realized that life isn't exactly the same as it was when he was 12 years old.

but then again maybe thats ok

i never really could understand russian

all your eyes and all your hearts can add up to this

the sum of our parts

equations make love seem simple

my math is astronomic.