To grandmothers house we Go

A wolf in resale clothing
living a life not worth condoning
with nickels and dimes of his reach
he counts their copper counter parts every week
Thankful
& able
to one day clutch something shiny and stable
but by then mangled
dreams dried up puny & tiny
faithful turned shameful
eye sockets cauterized caught creeping blindly
No longer as Wiley
Just a wasted wreck wishing he'd of acted a bit more wisely
In his thrift store duds & with his pro boo grift
he takes time mangling this most precious gift
Giving into the lowest of emotions throwing tantrums and fits
Questioning why on earth we the feeble sheeple exist
Slipping further from glory a Gothic allegory skipping Lincolns off a cliff
his only hope his only wish
is some where down in that cavern floor theres a well
wolf with mangled teeth knows the perils of hell
Only because he's tasted heaven and fell
Bushy tail
& eyes of a convicting fire
A maniac you may want to admire
A menace ruled by his desires
Dousced in all that has transpired
Since that little red hooded bitch
Left him for dead in barbed wire

le mime

I hit it hard...
...Set up shop where I set up the night before. There is a nice breeze passing through the Miami streets. Lot's of beautiful women, families, and dudes with a lot of product in their hair. I start to play some tracks and instantly hop to a much better start then yesterday. The area of Miami I'm in is extremely rich, how rich...

...Was that a roles royce?...was that a lambo?...is that womens dog tattoo'd in prada?

If Aerosmith had any idea that this place existed they would be full for years to come. How does a cheeky dance machine such as myself mingle in with the uptown personalities? It's tuff...no really, it's ruff, and the evening previous had me feeling like a waste of space. Still, I get up today, do the daily, look for places to live, and pack up my gear. I realize part of my struggles yesterday come from location but another part is just being back in top form.

I've been resting a lot lately, trying to take it easy (easy for me), and hoping to heal some of the damage these passing years have brought on. Still though this restlessness is buried deep in me. Fresh chunes, some suckers for the kiddies (thanks icon), and the best of intentions. These are all I bring with me and hope to make a little money.

Things are tight in my life...

...So much up in the air and I've been out of work now for 3 weeks. In that time what little money I had saved has been spent. Still though, I know how to find dollars when I need them most, and I bang beats all through out Coconut Grove. I've set up a few times here and with gaining success each time. This past evening was loaded with hilarity...

A bridal shower comes roaring by and decides to take some photos with the crazy man all done up in face paint. A man walking by with a group of his friends rambles out "A mime is a terrible thing to waste" and then doesn't tip me. A little girl cries as she realizes I have face paint on but dances with me after I persuade her with a sucker. I have some ditsy girls tell me my "Holand" soccer jersey is spelled wrong, I guess it's missing and "L". I draw people maps to destinations, after they stop to ask me for directions. Shoot apples off old ladies heads and then eat them. Twist up some fat blunts and smoke with some skaters. Cars pull up and I make sure to clean their windows with my spray bottle, and squeegee. I twist things that aren't there into things that should be and give them to a dozen beautiful passer byers.

Probably my favorite part of the night actually came from me spending a little money. Some dude tells me I'm the worst mime he's ever seen (because I was making sound effects) and then gives me a dollar. So I reach in get his dollar plus another of mine and draw an exit door so I can get some temporary relief from that world. As I step out of my box I hand him the two bucks and say..."Keep your dollar and here have one of mine but only if you promise to not reproduce." His two friends that are with him fall over themselves with laughter. One of his buddies drops a dollar in my bucket and I find myself right back where I started. :D

:::SIDE NOTE:::
Mimes can in fact make sound effects...
....Oh and it's my corner, my body, MY IMAGINATION......If I want to hop out of the box and say something to your ignorant ass I can. I mostly only wear the face paint so I don't have to answer your ridiculous questions.

The first time I went out I made squat, the 2nd time a bit more, and this last time was the best. Feeling the flow and letting all those around me know..."THIS IS NOT WAVING!!!" I think tomorrow I'm going to hit up south beach...no face paint...just a full battery and the desire to bring home the vegan bacon.

Peace n Flow

No no No...That's O.k. No DEMF for me

In the spirit of my new compainion I'm gona focus on festivals instead of life. It's sad for me to say, out loud, finally admit to my brain that I won't be going to DEMF this year. This is a bummer to me in a lot of ways but none bigger then the lineup of just ridiculous dancers that are going this year. So many amazing peoples, not just of the flowing variety, there will be a lot of great peeps moving about funkily. Don't shed a tear in my absence, just run about, creat a muck, maybe another, and dance battle a crazy bum or two.

The resurgence is impressive, hilarious, and amazing!!! Life though is even more so and I had to choose between a large list of things. Deeper dreams realized, still a lot of work to be done, and were doing our best to lay a sturdy foundation. Yes! it pains me to no end, to not see Austins threads, the rippling effects of "3D's" teachings on some of my good friends, TORTURED SOUL LIVE!!!, yes, YES, I'll very much miss the after fest antics. However, the trade off should be something so spectacular it'll blaze the first of many new pages, and it gives me comfort into the gentle person I hope to be.

Sooooo I beg thee! Check out a strip club, maybe ride a plastic horse or two, definitely break away from the cyphers and bug some herbs out at the fest, and no matter what....please....Don't you DARE make a fucking Michigan LEFT! You bust a good ole, clean, AMERICAN, u-turn, and flip the shocked on lookers the bird.

Be safe friends, Have fun, I'll miss ya'll a ton, and hopefully I'll see you at UGS. If not AXIOM...peace...respect...flow

Corners with comfy cushions

So the past few months I've dove in head first. No back up, I'm running into burning buildings, taking stray shots, and coming out with few to no scratches. I'm running through the mine field with a quirky grin. It's like the year previous was a sneak peak and I find myself still attempting to enjoy the nose bleed seats. I reek of something meek but I remember all that I've seen. I remember terrifying screams and the shattering of simple dreams. So I'm jobless at the moment, which for me is a rare feet, and I'm living out of an old duffel bag. This isn't exactly what I had in mind when it came to traveling around. However, higher calling, and a gut wrenching experience in intuition has landed me in the new land of Lebron.

Speaking of...

They got waxed!!! I knew we were going to win tonight, game 1 of a seven game series, and a lot of colorful stories surrounding the opening tip. Sure...sure sure, we didn't win the regular season games by that much. But ummmm, 21 point victory, with insane D, superb 3-point shooting, and an entire highlight real for Taj alone. It was nice to be a bulls fan in Miami...real nice.

Side tracked...sorry.

Soooo, her car is totaled and this is because she was visiting me down in Chicago. So all the things we were possibly talking about became insanely real. The what if's quickly shift to...when. No one is answering but the tension is steadily mounting. There is a lot of mistrust, misdirection, and anxiety circling the daily. Just lost the comma in my bank account and I'm haunted by vision of my birthday visit. Still though, I keep it cool, like a lifetime stock of Klondike bars...well...at least tonight. Other nights have been a bit awkward and disastrous to put it mild.

I do my best to conform, put in time with the family, and be as patient as she might hope me to be. Somewhere between me not cooking anything correctly, re-mopping the floors for the 2nd time, and getting dogged out for properly equipping everyone for a game of Scategories I start to get weary. Still though, I'm an Icebox, I've got so many delicious chocolate ice cream bars inside me you'd have to know the secrete coordinates to see and believe.

I just feel heavy and in the more stressful moments, my flight or fight starts mapping a ridiculous escape plan. I don't know what to do...well...I know, but as the day reaches 7 I start to feel uneasy. I have a head full of Stella and white wine...I'll do my best to keep it under wraps. I love her so much, I do...but sometimes, "Us" together...well it makes me scared. Truly deeply, scared for a lot of things and I don't really understand what to make of it.

Four long days off, time to bond, time to pick, poke, and ask more questions. All the while her eyes running over me, dousing me in doubt, and telling me to relax. "shhh Shhhh, just enjoy yourself..." Says the cabby driving you onto the highway during rush hour traffic. Oh brothers...Sisters...the antics! We are hilarious, no doubt about that but where this road turns next.............Man I just don't know.