32: Boss D.J.

I made a little coin purse with "Boss DJ" on it. Hella cute.

I want to learn to transverse with the sounds of everything eloquently, and to support my reasoning and justification of myself with that force, invisible as music, but positive as sound.* So that the poetry of beauty and pain and humor and anger all fly to me, knowing, and I can interpret and use it for translation. But I guess thats simply put as, I want to know and understand everything, and let's face it...

3 or 4 times today because none were very well-planned or well-executed, and because I won't be able to for a few days. My jeans are fitting damn well though.

Things would be much easier to say upon my microphone like a boss d.j. but I won't walk up upon the sea like it was dry land. Someday, hopefully.

Disneyland tomorrow!

*Emily Dickinson poem; don't remember which one.
"Boss D.J.", by Sublime