i passed out writing this...surprisingly, it makes a little sense...

(some little signs of life, right outside my own back door...it's inspiring)

i'm watching cheech and chong's, nice dreams, tonight. there's something about old hippies that make me happy. kinda comforting. i don't really know any other hippies that managed to move far enough from their couch and the pipe to make anything of themselves. paul reubans as the cocaine guy is pretty funny too. i just watch these movies to watch them...i don't think they're that funny or anything. i mean, they have their moments but that's about it. it's the conversations, the culture, the clothes, the era, the ending of an era, the beginning of an era...it's a lot of a lot, minus the need to be blazed. it renders a feeling of nostalgia...just like the grilled cheese sandwich i woke up smelling during sunday's daytime nap. it brings ya back in some weird, unconscious way.

so yeah...one more quick, random...all the tiny signs of growth need to be noticed and appreciated. i'm feeling dry, and boring and like store-brand, white bread and then i look out the window and the earth looks the same way. nothing going on. nothing new. no signs of creative life...but, when you leave your house, and look closer at what looks so barren from afar...it's amazing what tiny things are really there, just waiting to be seen :)