LA-TOKYO-OSAKA
The last 35+ hours have been nonstop travel. Ouch. From hot sunny Los Angeles to freezing cold Tokyo to pouring rain to snow to windy ass Osaka. And three hours of sleep. But I'm here, I made it! Also, with the nonstop travel I'm now super accustomed to changing pants on planes and buses. It proves to be quite interesting when scrambling in my seat to change my leggings in a dash. Since I've only really settled for about an hour there's not too much to tell yet other than there are lots of cute vending machines here and free tea and ice cream. Deliciousness. And the chocolate is great. Especially since I don't like chocolate. What's in these candy bars out here!!?

Here are a few recaps posted previously...
(from Wed night/Thurs in Tokyo)
I finally made it to Tokyo where I'm staring at the weirdest concoction of food in the large (by Japanese standards) but cutest lil apartment in the city. The best is the sweet view of the Tokyo tower I have.

45mins from now and back to traveling...8 hour bus ride to Osaka and then a day of bath houses until the party tomorrow night. And by tomorrow I mean Friday...because it's already 9pm on Thursday here. Ouch.

And its coooold!

(from Thurs afternoon/Friday morning in Osaka)
So.....I'm finally here in Osaka...and it's snowing and raining and so cold you forget you haven't slept in 32 hours.

Thanks for all the good wishes and stuff...and hopefully there'll be a ton of pics to post tomorrow. Haven't done much yet other than jet set and steal blankets along the way.

And I'm drinking like corn juice soup or some shit. Everything comes out of an automatic dispenser here...



xoxoxoxo / Miss you guys!

SOMEONE GOT STABBED

And this is what i wrote tonight::

hi.
this is my life and it sucks sometimes...

This is my life
someone got stabbed
on a saturday night

tear the shirt from your back
to wrap round his neck

but no good
no life
no pulse in his lifeless-ness
lying in a penny cent lot
full of parked fucks who
know nothing more than dance
rave.
dance.

prance in your knickers around a 22
year young soul
that only tried to test himself
in a crowd of mush much hush

death by stereo
in utero
and no breath by doubt
in a sea of false glittered dreams

this is my night
this is not my dream
this is somewhere so very very far
in between

someone dies
i ache
and someone else has a heart attack

and i get tattered worked and worn
someone find my loose coins
cuz shit is spilling to the left and right
blowin up sans dynamite

too many wrecked tarts on the floor
got a penny but no whores
gonna finally sleep
no sores
for months i deplore
such a sap for prior bores

this is not my dream
this is somewhere
so very very far
in between

TWO DAYS 'TIL JAPAN
And this is what I wrote last night:

Cause why not?

I once had a Professer named Whynott. I always said, errr asked,...'cause Whynott?! And then I got funny looks in class.



tonight i fall asleep with headphones on
because the world is a dark blurry mess
sometimes you see everything
sometimes you're blind to what's right
in front
of your face
and then a hard slap wakes you up
and you wonder
why?

why a smog of delusional fun can last long enough
to drag you around by the weaves of your own
crocheted existence and then you remember
to remind yourself that you
are you and only you can clearly focus on what
is truly important

but may mean shit to others.

see what is illuminated
and focus on what is hidden in corners
and dark shadows of false bliss.

and then...wake up.