Smooth caught up with bein' a star like "friction" and "ego trippin".
may 1st
I don't cheat or steal to fufill what I need
I just work a little harder accept life without greed

I'll be leaving soon, my modes interrupt, jettin' by train to the east coast via Chicago. Too bad I don't have Nate's #. Bacynphourent won't die on the vine as I pine for the Tina I leave behind for 36 days. This journal should contain a whole record of my thoughts & the trip. As for the intro, I'm hoping to leave all my selfish and muddled abstracts behind...FOREVER. They can stay in the train station in Seattle with all the other bad ghosts. Seattle has huge sewer mains. It's cute to think of the world like that, something endless that could contain something so huge: a system large enough to rid me of my rot forever. I won't close the book on myself for melo-drama effect. I am still a living being who wants and needs to leave his rot behind, FOREVER. Look at me now wondering if it's possible. The plan unimplemented so to speak. Well, my selfish acid trip is over un-accompanied by the antidote of a heroin kamikazee. Weed boon, weed raft, on a puff of smoke I exit the continent's northwesterly edge propelled towards the bridges. Many colors the bridges that stretch out accross three rivers four and five different colors.
May 4
Yo. Jugge Whitehead, keep subliminal messages out of our M.A.D.D. commercials. Out of our righteous causes. It's not the music, it's the people that's political.
They take whatever they want.
Yo man me and the egyptian goddess just made love in her car, and I'm talkin about it, and then I rode my bike home. Like revisiting my old life here, I hugged Wendy. Police in electric chair states the first to criminalize drunken intuitions of justice, and Freudian slips.
Killer-cop-Cop killer
So anyway, tommorrow Sleater-Kinney!!Whoo!! I should be finding out the rock (red-tape). I wionder how many people were shot by cops during the King riots.
Anyway, rage bubbles beneath the surface like water that can't boil, an inert yet still unstable compound. But in me I strive for the divine way-or at least try to leave my shit behind at the station. My bags of clothes and notebooks and music stay with me. They are what's me not divinity. Passionate virtue only comes along for special causes
it seems to me.
Everybody love everybody, but the riots, aw man that is like a perfect example. If not the King riots, then the Woodstock riots, or the Bill Haley riots. People taking what they want in numbers at once the enemy and friend of the people.