journal creature: Silverlake, CA<br><i>This Is What We Call The Muppet Show</i>

"Are you stoned?” she said, the gorgeous girl behind the counter, as she packed a fresh pouch of Unity Tea: a fragrant blend of lemongrass, black pepper, cardamom, ginger and that unflavor of flavors, licorice root - identifiable in throat but not on the tongue.

"I just got out of a Bikram Yoga class," I responded feeling purged from an hour and a half of sweat racing to the surface of my pores as if I had been holding it hostage and upon it's release, it had a long lost lover to attack in an aggressive oral embrace to discover if all the wet parts thereof were still loyally his claim.

"That explains it. I wondered what that otherworldly glow was you have." She put the boiling water in the steel teapot, like my nitely bath water, the steam rised. The words, "otherworldly" and "glow" resounded in my mind.

Again, I have been traveling, this time a week in Chicago, where life changed forever. But there I go again, being redundant, as if travel or change haven't become givens in my life. A wedding on the weekend with Smashing Pumpkin’s Billy Corgan and Jimmy Chamberlin, but most importantly my best friend, Jdrive, in attendance, was half Rock-n-Roll/half Midwestern - kinda like me and the things I love most: Downhome Flamboyant, Girl-Next-Door Superhero, Just the Good ol' Bizarre Boys. Then two days shooting a Perkin's commercial, but this time instead of being talent, I was choreographer - part of the production team - and I tell you, the collaboration and appreciation I experienced from that perspective is definitely something I invite into my career again. Finally, a long anticipated reunion with a few new blatantly brilliant and belligerent magickal friends exposed me to a plant that shattered my concept of reality - even my concept of Chaos, left me baffled and confused and wondering why anyone would ever choose to delay gratification on this earth one day longer. Life isn't a dress rehearsal. This is what we call the Muppet Show.

All this in five days. My life, oh, my life. Swallowing licorice root, surfing free coffee house wireless, looking at a near full moon with an otherworldly glow. Not stoned, but undeniably high. Doing exactly what I always dreamed of doing. Oh, my life.

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	Silverlake, CA This Is What We Call The Muppet Show January 22, 2005 "Are you stoned?” she said, the gorgeous girl behind the counter, as she packed a fresh pouch of Unity Tea: a fragrant blend of lemongrass, black pepper, cardamom, ginger and that unflavor of flavors, licorice root - identifiable in throat but not on the tongue. "I just got out of a Bikram Yoga class," I responded feeling purged from an hour and a half of sweat racing to the surface of my pores as if I had been holding it hostage and upon it's release, it had a long lost lover to attack in an aggressive oral embrace to discover if all the wet parts thereof were still loyally his claim. "That explains it. I wondered what that otherworldly glow was you have." She put the boiling water in the steel teapot, like my nitely bath water, the steam rised. The words, "otherworldly" and "glow" resounded in my mind. Again, I have been traveling, this time a week in Chicago, where life changed forever. But there I go again, being redundant, as if travel or change haven't become givens in my life. A wedding on the weekend with Smashing Pumpkin’s Billy Corgan and Jimmy Chamberlin, but most importantly my best friend, Jdrive, in attendance, was half Rock-n-Roll/half Midwestern - kinda like me and the things I love most: Downhome Flamboyant, Girl-Next-Door Superhero, Just the Good ol' Bizarre Boys. Then two days shooting a Perkin's commercial, but this time instead of being talent, I was choreographer - part of the production team - and I tell you, the collaboration and appreciation I experienced from that perspective is definitely something I invite into my career again. Finally, a long anticipated reunion with a few new blatantly brilliant and belligerent magickal friends exposed me to a plant that shattered my concept of reality - even my concept of Chaos, left me baffled and confused and wondering why anyone would ever choose to delay gratification on this earth one day longer. Life isn't a dress rehearsal. This is what we call the Muppet Show. All this in five days. My life, oh, my life. Swallowing licorice root, surfing free coffee house wireless, looking at a near full moon with an otherworldly glow. Not stoned, but undeniably high. Doing exactly what I always dreamed of doing. Oh, my life. 0 comments Links to this post 0 Comments: Post a Comment Links to this post: <$BlogBacklinkTitle$> <$BlogBacklinkSnippet$> posted by <$BlogBacklinkAuthor$> @ <$BlogBacklinkDateTime$> Create a Link