Wax that

Wax that

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


Look at you....pretty little website and all. These folks still care Hank.....


Monday, April 21, 2014

Whattup blogger

I can put up with a lot.
I only recently began getting props for this power though.
There's people who I love that tell me I may not even care for them....which hurts badly.

Sometime after metempsychosis, I became obsessed with the idea of not proving things. So the latest problems with me are from not "proving" that I (blank).
I don't even care anymore. I stopped caring once I was treated sub human by the ones I love. If actions speak louder then words, then why does everyone needs words then?
Isn't my very existence proof of such love and or compassion.

I gotta stop playing for blood.
I always get to worrying when I feel myself getting comfortable with the idea of letting myself die. Just not sure if you know that about me.

Oh yeah. Between my music and my diary. I may be psychoanalized to death!

Most likely from you

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

This is why the "game" is different

Cats put more energy then ever buying exposure and music plays online. It doesn't bother me, I just don't want the email blasts sent to me...Shit don't interest me.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Tha market.

Off to the farmer market today. If you have one available to you, use it.
Depend on your local farmers to keep you eating vibrant and energy filled foods.

I plan on filling my house with plants and herbs today.

Maybe even a nice batch of mushrooms.

Saturday, April 5, 2014


I need to learn.

Mae...Stop leaving your writtens out.

I write on random things that may resemble garbage...it gets tossed and bam, there goes brainpower out with the trash.
Problem is I can't vent to anyone about this as no one around here writes on the scale which I do. So you tell someone that your writtens got thrown away and that's it. The problem don't seem like a problem.

Least to the non writers.

Fuck. My writtens are gone.

Monday, March 31, 2014

After the bike ride..I might glide

Yesterday I put some 20 plus miles on the bike...mountain bike.
Very tough on the typical road as my tires are fatty and meant for off road.

But I got here..The logging town of elma.

This morning a man from south korea told me that I have an accent. Do I?

I'm at a nice little restaurant called rusty tractor. ..known for its yak entrees. I'm having breakfast before I go riding again. Just tryna find a department store to get some essentials.

I doubt the lady wants me home so I'm simply stalling until further notice.
And a costly stall it is.

With that being said. I'm thankful for the bit of money I do have. It's keeping me safe at night. And quite frankly....it's keeping me alive.

This yak is damn good.