novembre

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seekers are lovers \ seers are ghosts

Years ago Beets told me that there were three kinds of people in this world: ghost, robot, and alien. Some are mixtures but most are pure.

Two shows last night. One good band crowned by holographic projections in a packed little converted gallery. A very Oakland night: proud DIY and drunks that size you up out of the corners of their eyes. Saw an ex's band, they suck now. Hugged old friends, wished them well.

People get lost in Oakland. It's like NeverNever Land. Nobody here speaks my language, but sometimes it's funny to watch them interact.

I made sure to finish my homework before going out. When I came home I realized that I need to seek new verbs. Correct verbs. I need to make my language come to me.

I'm beginning to accept that this is just how it is.

10:12 am - 10.02.10

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