Friday, January 5, 2007
Street Retreat Tomorrow
This time, I am hoping that observing somebody and looking out for their welfare will help me to unravel my own previous experience. Maybe that's just wishful thinking...
lyrics: Mister Powder Blue Bread Box, you're no cowardly flower. Your rotten little wishes offend my dirty dishes. - Lullaby Baxter Trio
colors: Grey, Blood Red
mood: Eesh... Just got done watching the L. Ron Hubbard penned movie Battlefield Earth, starring John Travolta, Barry Pepper, and Forest Whitaker. People had told me it was really bad, but I just couldn't believe them. Chalk this up as another McRib experience I guess.
chant/prayer/mantra: What holds us separate? What keeps us separated? As we walk the streets, what still connects us?