the adventures of buckaroo bonzai
The real you is still a little child who never grew up. Sometimes that little child comes out when you are having fun or playing, when you feel happy, when you are painting, or writing poetry, or playing the piano, or expressing yourself in some way. These are the happiest moments of your life — when the real you comes out, when you don’t care about the past and you don’t worry about the future. You are childlike.
You bring out the me in me.
. . .
“Yeh.”
Quite possibly.
LSB and I went to see TV On The Radio at the Roseland on Saturday night. Mania ensued. They rocked, we rocked.
I experienced states of mind that I never knew existed. Spoke things I’ve never spoken before. Opened up my mind and soul, uncovered, naked. Left my past behind to live in the here and now. Appreciated life… listened… touched… expressed… loved.
And this was all prior to Saturday night — at which point it turned up to 11.
Things were so amazing, I couldn’t even sleep. I don’t think I’ve been up for 36 hours straight in about 10 years. So much to think about… the pursuit of happiness.
I’ve found it all.
Holy fuck.
Into green trees
Across golden fields
Finding favorite places
South of wind turbines
LSB
PDX
AWE
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