Sadness and Smoke
It's kind of a trip, all these fires happening here in California, cuz, like I had my sliding door open last night while I slept, cuz if I don't keep it open, it gets too hot. And, like, my 'partment got all smoky. The sunlight is kind of brownish yellow. Oh, crap, I just thought of something I need to do! I swear, my to-do list gets longer and longer and longer. This is a boring entry. I'm feeling gigantic blobs of sadness floating over my head, for many reasons. There are too many reasons to be sad these days, just so many dang reasons, man. Countless reasons. I've come to the conclusion that in a past life, I was separated from my people, whoever they were, and I never saw them again. That makes me sad. Cuz, everytime I have some kind of loss, it feels more like millions of years of loss, rather than the loss that it is, on the face of things. It's like I'm re-living my past life losses every time I have a loss. It's funny how things happen, and your past lives come back to haunt you. And something about our spirits, something about the way they're constructed, makes us likely to hold on to the pain of a million years of loss, rather than to just let it go, man. Just let it go, dude. Does anyone know how to get clay cat litter outta carpet? My cats tracked it onto the carpet, with little wet feet, I think, and now I cain't get it out. Shit, dude. And I cain't find crap on the internet. I haven't posted any songs of the week for a while, but I just don't feel like doing anything creative or fun these days. I just wanna hide under my bed.