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[04 May 2006|05:49pm] |
myspace.com/walksmall
These are our June Tour Dates
Jun 12 2006 8:00P
? flagstaff, AZ
Jun 13 2006 8:00P
the cell theatre alburquerque, NM
Jun 14 2006 8:00P
the hole clovis, NM
Jun 15 2006 8:00P
? colorado springs , CO
Jun 16 2006 8:00P
HELP! denver , CO
Jun 17 2006 8:00P
mesa theatre grand junction, CO
Jun 18 2006 8:00P
half circle evanston, WY
Jun 19 2006 8:00P
HELP! salt lake city
Jun 20 2006 8:00P
? las vegas , NV
Jun 21 2006 8:00P
gigantic vintage bakersfield, CA
Jun 22 2006 8:00P
? los angeles, CA
Jun 23 2006 8:00P
java jo'z murrieta, CA
Jun 24 2006 8:00P
? san diego , CA
Jun 25 2006 8:00P
modified phoenix, AZ
come see us! say hello.
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[13 Oct 2005|03:54am] |
i just made a journal for my trip.
and i don't have time to go through and add all of you,
so if you don't mind add, "sircumference" to your list of e-friends.
i may still continue to use this one,
but thats where the stories may appear.
the layout is the same as this one,
because i forgot how to use this box of wires.
and i'd really like it if one of you wanted to do something with that layout.
if so, contact me, and i'll give you the password.
thank you.
dylan thomas
p.s. if anyone talks to pj please, please let him know i really would like to have evelyn's phone number and/or email address.
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[12 Oct 2005|05:30pm] |
for anyone who's email address i don't have,
i am safe. we are safe. in london, at an internet cafe.
have fun without me, because i am going to have loads.
but i'll sure miss you all a lot, over this homeless adventure.
don't forget to learn and grow.
i love you all.
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| "the love you take is equal to the love you make." |
[29 Aug 2005|05:09pm] |
the last six months has been the most amazing span of time i have ever encountered.
meeting the strangers who i now call my best friends. spending countless seeming days with them.
everyone calling my home theirs. because it really was ours to share.
where portions of whiskey, only suitable for country western films, entered and exited bloodstreams.
creating art in the form of black stains on the floor.
where we climbed high in trees with henry chinaski and blogan popsk,
which started a new language that makes more smiles than sense.
where occasional nights of beautiful chaos took place. challenging everything that you thought you knew.
everyone losing their minds and looking all over the neighborhood with bikes and bare feet for them.
all sanity was fully recovered usually in four to six hours.
where an acoustic guitar could always be seen out of the corner of your eye.
and if one could not be seen, then one could always be heard.
making the one thing that we all loved the more than anything.
where the record player didn't seem to have an off switch.
because our friends from the sixties could always be heard from the patio.
telling us that "all you need is love," or they'd "rather be a forest than a street."
teaching us even more lessons to life that we never learned in school or from tv.
my last six months of experimentations with drugs, love, and rock and roll
have taught me so much. and have made me grow even more than i ever realized.
and as everything that we've built in the last six months collapses, except the most amazing friendships,
we make space for even more beauty to occur. we will all take everything that life has taught us,
and teach it to others, in one way or another.
my next six months are about as far from uncertain as it gets, but i could not be more excited.
i'm going to spread the love as far as i can carry a backpack and a guitar case.
and i would like everyone to know that if it had not been for the love you all gave me,
i would have a whole lot less for the rest of the world.
and for all of your smiles and hugs, i am forever grateful.
i love you.
peace.love.pot.
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| why not be happy? |
[25 Jul 2005|02:00pm] |
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why does it seem that everyone in the world always needs something to complain about? or why don't people see that the things that count can't be counted, and things that can be counted don't count? this world is a marvelous place and i love every day of my life. i know what matters and it doesn't take materials to make me happy. i am thankful for everything i have and i feel blessed for having the friends that i do. i'm grateful for every talent that i have been given, and i use them every day. i'm in love with a girl that i want to spend my forever with, and i have a job i like doing. and thats all just because i stop and appreciate it. slow the world down and look at the things most typically don't notice as they race by. life is just too short to not be happy. and now i am about to make a decision that is going to change my life forever. but as long as i can still see what matters clearly, my life will never be much different. i love life, and not just mine. anything living just amazes me. and i love people, every one is so different from the next. but we are all relatively the same. why not be happy with the things i already have rather than making myself think that the things i don't have will make me happier? these are things i wish more people could see. so i guess i'll put them here, as well as keep them a part of me everyday. no matter where i'll go, and no matter who i'm with, i'll remember to take these thoughts with me.
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[12 Oct 2004|04:35am] |
comment.
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[11 Oct 2004|06:12pm] |
ok assholes.
due to the fact that idiots:
1.) read my journal.
2.) never comment.
3.) talk shit.
4.) pass judgement.
my journal will be going back to friends only.
you are safe if you are already on my friends list.
this is incredibly stupid.
if you read my journal and are fucking lurking
and you think i dont know about it then you are really, really lame.
if you read my journal and dont think i would want you reading it...
then dont fucking read it, asshole.
i know who every. single one of you is.
so stop being creepy ass stalkers.
it will be completely friends only starting within 24 hrs.
so if you want to keep reading and dont think i would mind.
get your own god damn live journal account and fucking add me
and hope that i will add you back.
<3
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