kazatasupa

a little party at the house friday night... local livejournal peoples (even non-locals) are welcome. if you're interested in stopping by, chilling out or having a few drinks, drop me a line and i will gladly e-mail my address.

other live journal characters who should be in attendance will be: biloba, jentle, billcarson, freakzoo and one other who shall remain nameless.

wickenden, this is a personal invite. you, of course, are always welcome.
ryn, you are also welcome (even though i know you have that sexist back rub event to attend).

this party is a bring your own drink party. drinkers and non-drinkers welcomed with open arms.

barley wine and nora jones.

the house is empty. open windows without screens and bugs following paths beat by little wings. they come and go, as if driven by a methodical process; in and out they go, some stopping to feed from my blood, others wandering aimlessly along walls, floors and ceilings, still others drawn by the glow of a dimly lit lamp. a slight breeze occasionally lifts the curtains away from their listless hang, giving life to a house as if guided by an unseen hand.

i like this house. the warm wood floors, and soft evening colors. nora's voice fills the living space with such warmth that i can close my eyes and feel her presence next to me. if you can't see, she's sitting across the room - singing to me.

j and his girl just came home from dinner. sitting in the next room, they remind me of a painting. no words, little movement as their eyes are cast out into an infinite moment...

this place is so fucking moody. it fits me well...
for the time being.

sat on the porch, drank a 40 of Miller Genuine Draft (otherwise known as really bad beer), and played guitar for 40 minutes, or so. yes, i think i'll like my stay here. biloba is out back with chris, cutting his book shelf in half. i'm listening to temple of the dog, and thinking about how simple and focused things have become. life is not very complicated.

my head is screwed on tight.

jason is out with his son, having italian food somewhere provo.

i'm going to offer the fella's a couple wasatch pale ales.