I prefer to actually be alone than be with someone and feel alone.

All these years and I've never stopped feeling like a little girl.
...fucking nuts.

A thoughtful being with an owl that lives in his backyard left an owl feather and a note on my car. I'm a sucker for these such things.

One day I'm in the gutter, the next I'm on a mountain.

Why is it that when I feel the most happiest, I also feel the guiltiest.

Only in the desert have I screamed after being scalded by fabric seats in a car...
And... only in the desert have my own bracelets heated up and burned my arms.

Lone journeying the desolate parts of Mesa and suddenly there they were...Wild and free... The Salt River Horses.

Romanced by the desert and the sea.

We admire each other from afar...
there will be no more, no less.

 Feeling the impending combustion rising..

My obsession with the open road.

Sitting at the bar...

"I hate that I still find him so sexy" - me
"He is... But remember he wears a diaper" - comrade

Our hurricanes weren't able to merge and become one powerful hurricane.
Instead just a ball of madness that, inevitably, dissipated into the sea.

Watching the sun come down from clouds and sink below the mountains. 

Currently on the hood of my car waiting for that sunset medicine. 

...sitting here watching this bad arse looking red bird outside the window.
The face of a red bird is intense. It looks like a bandit, a red bird bandit.

...an array of sporadic emotions and happenings...

"we're flat broke but hey we do it in style"

-My happy lyric.

I don’t want to be in a costume on stage… unless in the literal sense.

I'm wishy washy, indecisive, and sure I've done some pretty neglectful things. …But I’ve never just set sail to hurt anyone.

Weirdos of today have it easy now that it's cool to be weird. When I was growing up you were on your own... And when people called you weird, they meant it.

In the desert when it's cloudy or rainy it's considered a beautiful day. On the east coast people hide indoors and become depressed and whine about it.

motorhome fever

"...if you've ever started the car with a full tank of gas and just headed out, if you've ever hitchhiked or picked up a hitchhiker, if you look at the highway and see possibilities..." I love this excerpt from the book "American Nomads"

Don't assume that a guy wearing skinny jeans and makeup won't kick your arse if you ask for it.

Sometimes I feel like I’m doomed to drift this earth and never feel like I belong anywhere.

some days it is necessary to be hidden away

No... I wear my sunglasses at night because it helps me feel relaxed in situations.

I let in the darkness and the light.

It's still early but I'm running out of time. Trying on everything, can't decide what to wear...what to bring... then inspiration hits and I waste time taking pictures of myself. Where is this inspiration when I'm lying limp on the floor...

tonight I am going to be productive in my nightowlism.

Often when someone confides in you an issue that they have with another person, they chatter just enough information for you to agree with them because it momentarily boosts their self esteem to hear someone cheering on their side. What's the point? Share the whole story if you want true feedback, otherwise keep it to yourself because later you'll feel just as crappy knowing the full truth... And thanks to humans being incredibly impressionable, it could unfairly tarnish a person's view of another. 

when people say “I don’t know how he or she dated him or her” based on mostly unchangeable outward appearances… Why don't they realize they're just exposing their own depthless self.

I’d rather be overwhelmed than under stimulated.

overwhelmed but understimulated.

Ah, the sound of roosters in the air.

It's been a long time since I've seen a clown. I want to experience clowns again and see how it feels in my "adult life."

Somewhat less self-sabotaging lately