Reading a bit of the libra 2012 horoscope...

"You are more attracted to people who are free-spirited, individualistic, and possibly even eccentric or unstable as close partners; or you attract these types of people into your experience"
I love the unstable part.

derelict, desultorious...stray human...tonight it's all magnified.

I feel I'm a good listener but sometimes I think I'm told a good listener only because the other person hasn't given me a chance to talk..

don't mind living out of suitcases... 

it keeps that unbound feeling alive.

It was getting late and I was driving miles and miles in desolate Texasland. ...So I awoke in a cheap but cozy motel in Van Horn, TX

Currently enjoying the rest stops and truck stops that the southwest has to offer. 

Like, I really love the rest stops and truck stops of the southwest. 

Texas Canyon, AZ to

Silver City, New Mexico

Did I dream it... because the memories aren't making sense.

...While waiting for a friend I'm sitting on the bed using the laptop when I hear a loud knocking sound behind me. I turn around quickly and 2 hangers in the closet are rocking wildly out of control. There appears to be no cause of this.

I go where it's serene and wild...

then from bummed to thrilled.

the dust moves me

"You have a wolf pack following you" he said

love affair with the desert and the sea

The sadness washes against the shore

[ N E W  M O O N ]

Ridin' these desert highways...Sonoran to the Mohave...One of my favorite drives. 

My shadow dances better than me.

the grocery bag

After having a good meal, my comrade and I are walking outside towards the car when we spot a man walking while a white plastic grocery bag blows in the wind alongside him...as if purposely following and annoying the man. We chuckle over this and continue towards the car until we notice that the bag is still drifting with the man. Suddenly the man kicks at the bag and misses it. We crackle up with laughter and watch as the wind blows the bag up into the air. Comrade says "That bag was like fuck this I'm out of here." By this time we've been in the parking lot at least ten minutes watching the bag expecting it to come down but it only goes higher and higher into the sky. Comrade notices a plane and asks me if it's flying straight up into the air instead of sideways. The ridiculousness of that question added to my already uncontrollable laughter over the bag. By then, almost an hour had passed and we were still watching the bag which was now almost out of view from being blown so high up into the sky. It was a crazy, I'd never seen a plastic grocery bag do such a thing. That bag was impressive. I don't believe the man that the bag followed ever even realized what the bag did after harassing him. If it had come back down I would have kept it forever but instead it kept elevating higher and higher until out of view like a balloon.

After live music in downtown Phoenix I'm standing by the stage slightly listening to a group of beat boxers and drummers gathered on a porch making music. The beats stop and shortly after one of the guys turns around and asks me if I know a girl named Sabrina. I answer "Yes, I know her pretty well actually". He then tells me that he recognized me from a description that she'd given of me a while ago. I was like whoa that's cool.

A tad later that evening I'm standing in the line for the bathroom when the dude in front of me turns around and asks "Is your name Belanger?" I recognize him [Shane] right after he asks. We'd been friends on facebook for a few months but had never met in person.

HARPY LOVE

These two words were scribbled in the sand in front of my apartment entrance. I have no clue who edged it in the sand nor the meaning behind it. A couple of weeks ago a scarecrow appeared to the left of my entry way. Strange things happen in the wild west.

...a mellow night gone mad

...walking around blacked-out drunk

Dine & Dash

...but seriously, it was called for. My comrade and I waited over 2 hours for our chow. We finally got our pasties from the bartender [never saw the waitress again after taking our order] and finished our beers [no one ever brought us a check] and left.

[ new moon ]

I awoke suddenly in the middle of the night and through hazy vision saw a plump, shiny spider about the size of a basket ball trickling down towards me. I squeal, jump off the futon mattress and turn on the light. There is nothing there. The sleep delirium subsides and I think wow, I really just did that.

Often enough when I'm up in the wee hours of the night with the windows open, I hear random bolts of laughter from outside.