empty handed painter from your street

i'm back. a little lightheaded, but back.

let's see what i've learnt today--family matters. like it or not, dream of a land with no boundaries, or no roots, think of roaming the streets of whereever with whomever, even think of zimmerman's lap--it does not matter. family does. family holds you together. family survives.

second--this city is way too beautiful. you can put in a locked chest and just put it away so that no one would find it--that's how beautiful it is, how magical, how insanely adorable. move over the rest of the world, here comes the paradise city, it's always been there,and most likely will remain there. love it here. love this town. love the waters love the bridges love the fireworks and the stars and a thousand lights just shimmering all over.

third-- you know how Ivan says he wants to be there when everyone understands what it has all been for, or whatever--i'll get you the correct quote tomorrow. i think if anyone was to ever realize what has it all been for, it would be someone a little lightheaded of alcohol listening to a bob dylan song. thats where the secret lies, people, there inside zimmerman's words, inside the tones of his tongue and the knuckles of his fingers.

so here---to get you all understand--(my fave song of zimmerman)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKuqOBMuPpk

good night lovers. hold on tight.