Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in art_womb_an_ist's LiveJournal:

Friday, July 23rd, 2004
12:15 pm	I almost woke up a fucking baby, or disturbed it. I'm at the family's. my big family is so loveable. Cousin Ali rocks a baby to sleep. Second Cousin Aaron changes his clothes in front of the television. And I just observe the madness outside, where the green takes over blue in Wisconsin landscape. Seattle. That's where i was. i went mad there. i lost two friends. i camped for a week by myself, and mastu... anyway, i talked to myself. i laughed by myself. i called people on the streets "big spendas"... Wisconsin. on my way to minneapolis, where kids ride bikes, and kids sew. I'm tired of watching love connection. and tired of trying to pretend conan is still funny after all these years. I'm tired of not being able to ride the bike outside because it is too tall for me. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
3:20 pm	The sun is out, and so am I...walkin around town. eatin cookies. (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 1st, 2004
9:55 am	Hilo-ian days "ya wanna smoke Pot?" "no." "ya want some coffee?" "yeah surrre." "Look, there's 'greenie', the little lizard!" "He's my favorite thing about this house!" "Did you quit?" Loud voices at nine in the morning are not wakin up the neighbors, but the gigantic clucks of the chickens next door could be. Lissa, John, and I speed to the car, and i'm clutching David Byrne's cd. I'm shaking my head with a half full cool cup of coffee in my hand. I'm looking at Lissa, half smiling, and the cd takes over. 1. Glass, Concrete & Stone Written by David Byrne © 2004 Now I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn to send a little money home from here to the moon is risin' like a discotheque and now my bags are down and packed for traveling Lookin' at happiness keepin' my flavor fresh nobody knows I guess how far I'll go, I know so I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock meet in a parkin' lot Harriet Hendershot sunglasses on, she waits by this Glass and concrete and stone It is just a house, not a home. Skin, that covers me from head to toe except a couple tiny holes and openings Where, the city's blowin' in and out this is what it's all about, delightfully Everything's possible when you're an animal not inconceivable How things can change, I know So I'm puttin' on aftershave nothin' is out of place gonna be on my way Try to pretend, it's not only Glass and concrete and stone That it's just, not a home. And its glass and concrete and stone It is just a house, not a home And my head is fifty feet high Let my body and soul be my guide And somehow one song will glue patches of life to one paper, and the song just magically frames it. (Comment on this)
Monday, March 29th, 2004
1:47 am	Two in the morning sigh I am typing these words in a florescent lit computer lab, five computers away from liz. I am typing these words under tired blinking eyes. I am typing with little thoughts, but great emotions. I am typing a poem that relies on digits. I am outside of a computer. (Comment on this)
Monday, March 22nd, 2004
12:53 am	From Agnes Scott to Hilo Things I believe exist in Hilo, HI that do not exist in Agnes Scott, GA. mango trees a soothing accent waterfalls my sister volcano parks Current Mood: confused Current Music: Grown Backwards David Byrne (Comment on this)
12:31 am	The only piece of life recorded Woke up at agnes scott college, to find my friend telling me it was lunch time. went to lunch, while listening to the newest david byrne cd "grown backwards", which i have been listening to nonstop these days. i find music the only thing soothing, and especially so in this dormitory of "educated" people. Oh, i didn't mean that. They are so educated, so educated that I have a hard time relating to them. Or possibly it is my whole generation. But yes, david byrne, does have a voice that releases thoughts of boring to do lists from my pretty fat head. (1 Comment |Comment on this)