28.08.02 - 8:27 am

been working on rounding up a lot of my poetry for the poetry slam tonight. spent most of last night and some of this morning on it, editing, pruning, preening. my confidence is bipolar at the moment. i figure the secret to being happy with your art is just to look at it so much that you can't even think about it anymore, that you don't even know what it is. you just know that it is. it exists. after staring at your poetry for hours and changing one word then changing it back, you start to give up on perspective and critical inquiry.

in other news, the sunrise was enormously fuscia today as i cruised through the trees on one hour of sleep. i began to slap the seat of the golf cart as if it were my horse. i'm drinking a vat of green tea, i'm eating a lot of fruit. someone told me i might smell because i'm too acidic! and to eat more fruit. that's easy right now because the place is overrun with nectarines.

i have a tattoo appointment on the 10th. peter will be here in three days. the weather is getting colder. megan the comforting earth sign goddess of southern california lets me sleep on her tent platform in the forest. i've been a good vegan, and i'm tearing through book after book.