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You can drink about a pint of blood before you get sick.
Well, I never really understood religions
Except it seems a good reason to kill
Everybody's got their own conceptions
And, you know, they always will
These days are needles under my skin
Jesus shooting heroin

If there are priests at your party
And you're playing cards that are numbered
And you got no reason to think it
Until your chances are uncovered
Tell me that I got to believe in
Jesus shooting heroin

The police in New York City
Chased a boy right through the park
In a case of mistaken identities
They put a bullet through his heart

I met Mary on the corner with the streetlights
She asked me if I'd come up to her room
I told her that I didn't have no money
She said she had to leave pretty soon
I decided that I would go in
Jesus shooting heroin
Two goals:


- Be in the crowd for The Colbert Report

- Bribe Charlie into letting me be in the background at Paddy's Pub.

Jan. 23rd, 2009

I caught you knockin'
at my cellar door
I love you, baby,
can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.

I hit the city and
I lost my band
I watched the needle
take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done.

I sing the song
because I love the man
I know that some
of you don't understand
Milk-blood
to keep from running out.

I've seen the needle
and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's
like a settin' sun
.
Best tip I've ever given at a bar:

"Dick" written with pennies.
Well...


We've had a house for about two months now. It's a pretty sweet three bedroom adobe house about a mile from where we work. The only major downfall is that the landlord is a total spazz and we aren't allowed to have any pets here. The neighbor lady, who's a relative of the landlord (another downfall), has a six month old St. Bernard mix puppy that I've basically stolen from her. He's making circles around the kitchen island right now as I type this. She "accidentally" hit him with her car last week and also almost sold him at her garage sale. Yeeeah... but the house is cool. We have two living rooms, the house has wood floors (which would be cool in a state that doesn't create so much dust), and uh.. a washer and dryer. There's loads of fruit trees in the backyard. We've started a little garden and I have lots of plants I've either started from seeds or rooted myself. Little things just to keep myself busy.

I've felt pretty homesick lately now that we actually have a house. Lots of the people we've met from around here stop by at random times (since we still don't have a fucking phone), but I've definitely missed around five people from home a lot lately. So much that I even had a good cry about it the other night with a little sorrow for my feline ladies I left back home. I'm lame enough that just typing that sentence almost made me cry.. We have a house, so come see us! I'm willing to throw down extra money from our paycheck that I just spend on dank weed to see you guys. Once I finally have a phone, my first plan is to try my hardest to talk Nicole into coming out west. Honestly, babe, you need what I can see out here. Just a couple of afternoons spent in the mountains where there's quartz crystals smoothed from the waterfalls and you'll feel the water cleansing your mind of everything that plagues it. Actually, that's exactly where I'm having my birthday party this year. It's not too far away...

Josh and I are volunteering for a prairie dog rescue tomorrow. Most people around here hate them and kill them with poisons or dynamite, but we're working to relocate them to some crazy secret location a little outside of Taos. Plus I guess some lady who volunteers for them has heard about my animal experience and wants me to come and feed her prairie dogs daily. Sounds pretty cool to me. I have a little prairie dog pet at work who hangs out with me sometimes. His name's Carlos. He's still a little guy and I swear he knows my voice. It's probably something to do with Pavlov and the fact that if he hangs out with me, I talk to him and give him food. He lets me get about two feet from him, but I think it's cool when I'm talking to someone else at work and he runs out from the bushes to say hello. Yeah, I'm lame.

I have a ton more to say, but this whole having the internet thing is foreign to me right now. I have packages ready to send out, I'm just waiting for a couple of things I made to dry and also to make it to one of the small shops close by to buy some weird ass things like jaguar claws and ... who knows what else I can find.

I'll have hundreds of pictures uploaded soon and personal messages to you all. I just need to get on this whole whiskey and coke thing right now.
22 hours on the road. Camping out in the van.

Living with Chris and Adrienne for awhile in Las Cruces, NM.
Beautiful.
Amazing.
My road-worn brain can't even begin to describe this area. This state. Everything ahead of me.



Everything is working out.
Getting out of that state was the best thing I could've done for myself.

this is it, folks

If you saw me, awesome. I'll miss the fuck out of you.
If not (and assuming you want to)....



You'll be traveling to see my ass in New Mexico.


I'll be gone tomorrow afternoon.
Goodbye mind-numbing, rotting flesh smelling, you'll never make it anywhere town.


I'll be off seeing the world with two amazing people.
And it's only about to start.

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All I have are my cameras, clothes, and stationary.
Give me your addresses people. I guarantee some weird ass shit.
Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.

I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.

I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.
Fuck off



The money is made and for real this time- I'm moving away!
What's a girl to do when she can move anywhere you want?

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