Giving it another shot.

Currently listening to – my ashes by Porcupine Tree

" …my ashes drift under the silver sky, where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles.

…and my ashes fall all over the things we’ve said, on a box of photographs under the bed.  "

Let’s give ‘er one more go, shall we?

I abandoned this thing again a while back and, wow, a lot of shit’s gone down. Some good, most of it pretty damned unpleasant, but you know what? I’m alright now. We’re alright now. Everything’s cool aside from a few slight psychological set backs, I guess, that I haven’t had to deal with since almost two years ago. It’s fine, though. It all really is. I’m better for it.

The prospect of going to my old favorite’s pages and reading the latest entries and posting is exciting. I hope you guys still remember me.

I’ve also picked up the pen again. I’ve had this story swimming in my head for months but the idea of actually getting around and putting it down is kind of tiring. I really need to get back into the swing of things. I HAVE written a few poems and small scraps of other things that I’ll post sometime soon. I figure if I start slow with poems and short narratives, I’ll eventually sneak up on that story and club it in the back of the head.

Then after that, I’ll drag it over here to the desk and write it down, while it remains un-awares.

I’ve been thinking about cutting my hair again. Any suggestions?

That’s it for now. I think.

That’s me on the left. Sometimes, I lean away from my bass. It needs space too.
Fun gig.

Thinking about going that short again. It’s grown out quite a bit. help.