Reach @ that craving

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An intuitive bit of ambiguity; nice

Art sweeps us into a spiral of stalking unimagined game. For only by stretching out can we reach beyond our own perceived limitation. I was with the first of us to fall into punk at school and being already out of high school, still it was too young for any of the cool friends I knew at the time. Fooled by the flash of contrived narrative contexts, they didn't see none of that mattered; it was all vibe and raukus and immediate. I look for this in every band I see and I gage every person in attendance to glimpse the degree of 'dig' in evidence. At last that is how I know the bands I love.

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Jacob is the face of the America coming up the road to us rapidly now. Men like us are fascinating in our dog and pony show act we devise to allow others a thing to focus on some aspect at least, because people are somehow unable to take another person as a whole.

Sisters of the Moon

Sisters of the Moon




Almost just drove home, but decided to stop at Cafe Rev to catch the FEA show. When I arrived I heard that they cancelled the show so I hung out a bit before taking off, but Zack said Girl Band is starting and I should go check them out. Am I glad I did! I walked in and locked eyes on the sisters of the moon and we all knew who we each are; and it is time to be here, and so the walls off separation from these young people who I have documented, born of cultural differences melted away as I greeted the sisters of the moon the spirit sends to a warrior on the brink to remind me who I am; and point out that the path still stretches on as always, and will with or without me.

Monica is a 'hopi chick' of great power that I admire, but I can't get on her radar. Here she reminds me of Joan Jett.

When I saw these young women, and they saw me we knew each other like family and that moment is our time to gether. I love their ready smiles and the free spirits and the way they wear their clothes. The sisters of the moon come to a warrior from the spirit, to comfort me in despair or to herald the flux of my journey. These are I suppose, to teah me to to be decisive, for I chose the one I love most and told her out loud. She was happy as were the others too, as it always goes thus. So spesk up boys and girls!

The sisters of the moon come to show us love and to teach us to break our attachments and go forward on the path. They are with us in the moment then gone.