5:07 p.m. - 2009-09-20
maybe not so crazy
sometimes i think i'm really crazy but then i realize i'm not. sometimes the sound of a guitar makes me feel jealous and eager and all i want is my fingers to make those sounds, but then i realize i can and i will, i have my own style and my own sound and i pick up my guitar which is way out of tune and missing a string and i play and it feels so good and i realize: this is what it's all about. and sometimes i get so depressed for no reason and for lots of reasons (i miss my grandmother so much) and the world seems to fucked up, but girls from across the world offer me their words, offer me their support and solidarity and it feels so good and i realize: i'm okay, it's okay to feel this way, it is fucked up and will continue to be so, but we will live and make music and make poetry and make zines and make love. yeah thats right, i like to make love.