Seasame Street$and dope beetS.

I just found out today that after 5 years of my childhood dedicated to Seasame street I found I could not spell the show name correctly, shame on me! It's Sesame Street! Ohhh silly me... Ok so some words from a book of my mind:

An interesting week it has been.
Blazing new flames in tattered young hearts.
Bright Eyed and bushy tailed,
jumping to the rest of our fleeting moments as what we only know as a tanglible, touchable, loveable, fuckable, piece of decaying carbonic matter.

(Intro monolog.)

Good night.

Finding meaning in the insanity. DETOX

Hello again people of the world. It's your humble Narator Mr. Morishige again. It's been a insane weekend full of sleeping in the car, surfing, druming, crying laughing, picture taking, driving and many other activities. All of these things have taken a toll on my body and left me wondering whether I really am doing the right thing with my life. Yes, I know these are things I should keep in my head but there is something nice about writing things so I can look back and other people can look back too.

I've just been questioning what I am doing and where I am going. My body feeling like it's gonna break in half, my brain feeling like a limp noodle, my heart is yerning to be back in Hawaii.

I just dropped by to say I won't be drinking, smoking, or be putting any other unnatural mind altering drugs into my system for the rest of 2006 I need time to clear my head, take care of a ton of things looming over me and set out a goal for the next few months, a clear tangible goal. I need to lay my head down soon but tomorrow I'll type more and get some things out.

Chain-Smoked 3 cancer disasters and I wrote this.....

Well, I went to Darrell's curb side and wrote this... it may mean nothing but it felt like something when I wrote it... WORLD... ENJOY!

sitting late on a curbside with my pen as a friend
thinking of love and loss and how they'll never end
smoking my pack away one drag at a time
yearning for something, somewhever, probably lost in time
alone is my number, that's zero for one

stimulated by addictions i'll never be free of
an addiction to feel more that just one

pacify my thoughts with hope and solace
both of which i am certain will never come
but somewhere somehow, a god is sending me a sign
to move foward and push on

i listen intently with my mind opened wide
to find a vision to drive something deep inisde
inside the electronic elxplosion that rupture my brain
inside the heart that pumps vile blood in my veins

i don't know where i am going, and don't have a fucking clue who i am
but i know i must push onward with every breath that i can
i know i love my minutness in every possible way
and i'll step closer to solace every fucking day

- love. J.M.

Back in the Bay, Back to the Lonelyness........

Hello ladies and gentlemen who don't read this, well maybe someday someone might take an interest, but that's not likely. anyways I am back online and in mind and ready to finish my album and articulate my mind on this nonsense. I gots lots to typee about but I am currently sitting on Darrell's floor and I thinking that I wanna write a bit more personal stuff, so what's on my mind is going in my journal and not on this website. I'll type more tomorrow. A synopsis of the last 48 hours...

Leaving Hawaii
Leaving a New Dear Friend
Coming back... Driving to SF 30 Min. After I get home.
Wake up, Go to Audio Convention, Talk it up
go to Blue Grass Festival
Get Walked out on my a Love
Get Drunk
Smoke lots of cigarettes...
Write.
Read.
Sleep.....

*FUTUREe.....

WRITE MORE ON THIS BLOg.....