This is a Manifestation

I'm been offered a job that will start on February 8th.
And I'm getting it.
There will be no obstacle.
I am an artist, and a writer by God's will.
However I'm starving out here, and I've been all but blacklisted from mainstream America for the last two years.
So I'm calling all Angels.
Let the poverty end.
This is the thing for me.
I know I have a dream and it is coming through.
However a sista needs to eat.
So people of the Ether.
This is real.
And I'm putting it out there.
This job is mine.

Something or Rather

I have disappointed friends today. I feel like I often disappoint, there is always someone to offend. I myself are rarely offended by anything. Yet I deeply understand the sentiment. I planned to change somethings this year, but so far things have remained virtually unchanged. I'm still living in the same life situations, and doing things to make them different seem useless. Like I feel as if I'm not on the right track to my true future. But every time I make an effort to get on another direction things stay the same. Like the blandness is holding on for dear God. And you know maybe I've been on the right track all along. And where I am is where I need to be, so maybe I should look around a little more.


Sometime there is this

writing keeps me isolated
or is that just me
my thought keep me in a sort of forced solitude
or is that my dreams

mmmm

So today was a day of job interview type things. I always think these things go awful. But who knows maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I really believe that people in the valley think I'm unemployable. I might just be too much of a weirdo. You know "too punk for metal, too metal for punk." But we shall see my friends.

The super good news of the day is, on the way back for the job adventure. I came upon a yard sale,and they had a bunch of books. FOR FREE!! So I got a bunch of Maya Angelou, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and other fun stuff like that. And of course you know that made my day.

And I had a dream last night that I was reading "100 years of Solitude" and I got a copy of that at the yard sale today. So we'll have to see what kind of little messages I find in these found jewels.

Most of the time I feel like Camus' stranger, or a character out of a Dostoyevski novel. You know completely on an isolated island of the mind, yet living among the others in a constant sort of detachment.

Here's a poem:



Words mean more to me than personal contact
does that make me too distant
and how far away am I really
could you touch me with a cloud
I feel above the world looking down
and I am comfortable with my wings
I live lovely in my dreams
in a room filled with music and books
my life is lived in a journal
my closest friend is a turtle
until my destiny is complete
I am a hermit with a smile
and of course mad style

A Working Class Hero?

So tomorrow I am going to go check out a place that may be decent enough to work at. It's a thrift store in North Hollywood. So I hope it is as laid back, and fashionable as I am imagining right now.
Okay that's all.
Lazy fingers.
I'll update on this later.
I'm out.

Undercovers & Transexuals Gone Wild

Today my block got mad hot. My local neighborhood tranny got busted by detectives, for reasons unknown to your girl. All I really know is that when I got on my block this evening she was laid out on the curb in her drawls with DT's all around. I was like "what the fuck?" There were like at least seven detectives in plain cars (not a black & white in sight) on one tranny. I mean really. On top of this weirdness a little kid skater click I had never seen before were snitching to the cops about her. I couldn't hear what they where saying. But it was a trip, really.

The saddest thing about it. Well it's all sad really. But the other sad thing about it is that the tranny has a little dog, and I wonder if it's okay in her condo all alone. Who knows. One things for sure, city life ain't nothing to fuck with. It gets really rugged out here.

Oh, and I have a new city on my hate list.

Sun Valley... Die slow... You suck.

And I'm out.

Burbank

I took the bus to Burbank today. I went to sign up for one of those audience participation gigs. You know you go watch them tape live T.V. shows, and clap, and laugh and stuff like that. Whatever. The point is I now hate Burbank. One it's sort of my fault for trying to take the bus somewhere like that. Two the old people in the city of Burbank are awesome. And if you have to go there just try to find a Senior Citizen, and you may be greatly entertained.

First, it's hella far from my spot. Then the buses are super slow there. And I don't know it just seemed generally lame. I'm sure it has it's redeemable qualities.

But as for now I'm done with Burbank. I did find a really cool used bookstore called, Book Castle. It's was worth the trip.

I got three new for me, used in reality books.

"Notes From The underground" by, Dostoyevsky

"Franny and Zooey" by, J.D. Salinger

"Through A Glass Clearly" by, Isaac Asimov

All of these books are amazing, and imaginative.

I'll update later with book reviews.

And that's about that.

Later