technicalia

wow does anyone even read this thing anymore? i suck at this.
the other night i sang at an open mike for the first time in quite awhile. i was awesome. i recieved many excellent compliments and an offer to jam with a very wicked blues guitarist, who is also a good friend from way back. also an invitation to drum at another friends show. only a couple of the many exciting things going on. for example.....
i got my new computer.
my sweet, marvellous, FAST, clean new computer which i am admonished not to use on the internet to preserve the pristine condition of its virgin guts. it has music software that i cannot figure out how to use yet at all, but when i do is going to be an ENTIRE new world of creative stuff. i was intimidated by photoshop at first too, so i know ill figure this thing out, though it is even more alien. i could paint and draw before i started with photoshop and paintshop. music is something that i only really underestand intuitively. now i get to learn technical stuff.
look at me go with all the technical stuff.
whats interesting is that it was foretold to me that this would develop. a quite gifted psychic i used to work with did a reading for me a few months ago at a party with a hello kitty tarot deck. thats right, i said hello kitty. it was an amazingly good reading. hello kitty is the high priestess. she has no mouth. he pointed this out me me and i found it profound. anyway, he said that i would have to adopt a more mathematical approach to everything, that the circumstances of my life would soon dictate that i do so. i laughed at him. who the hell would have thought.
i feel all bursting at the seams, life is wicked.
i still cant write poetry, or anything for that matter. the book is idling, but shall be resumed when i know what the hell im going on about. meanwhile, heres some more old poetry (and by old i mean 3 months or so). its one of the songs that i sang the other night.

i am so tired of all this depth
i wish for something meaningless
let me assuage my loneliness
with brief and singular encounters
let no one say of me " at last ive found her"
let no one say again "she is the one"
and i will ask of you no more than you be gone before the sun can rise
forget the color of my eyes
close your own
you'll find
i could be anyone
you realise
the waters here are shallow now
but more than deep enough to drown in
sunken treasure glints below
hints at something that you wish youd never found
its bound around your neck just like an anchor
its been the violent wreck of many sailors
a neverending legacy of failure to admit
that all you ever saw was your own reflection
i dont object a bit to your affection
i dont mind being the object of devotion
but like any hungry goddess of the ocean
i demand no less than all
and i will leave you lost and broken
so think on this before you speak
the words that bind like rusty chains
and slowly drag you under
the height you have to fall from
to reach the bottom
leaves you lots of time to wonder why you ever dove at all
what the hell you thought you saw
the mystery that called to you illusiory
the hope that led you to the edge a lighthouse
illuminating nothing

see you all next time i have a free moment and something worthwhile to say.