she's lost control

I am not a writer, lets just begin with that. One of the reasons I can't ever be a writer is because I never know how to begin anything. To stop me from dozing off into the black hole that is my computer screen, I usually need a good song playing to help get things going. At this very moment Devendra Banhart is humming into my ears. This piece, that I want to name Shiva so badly (but i feel isn't blue enough to deserve such a name), was a good help too.
A couple days ago in the middle of watching Cachimba, I got the urge to put a puzzle together so I grabbed my purse and walked to the dollar tree up the street. I got this great 500 piece puzzle of Parrots chillin on a branch, I like to think they were sharing scar stories. Anyway, so now I have a completed parrot puzzle on my table and I don't know what to do with it so if anyone wants it, its yours. I'll even glue it to a board.

your captain, jazz

i wish i was there: Burning Fight 2009

oh hai

whats up to all the friends who are into this fanzine idea that jazz and ashlee created while getting high as fuck. well im dead serious about this fanzine and i love the idea of it. so far miguel has his shit together and as me im listening to a lot of great albums. like today i got into the this Broken Social Scene album and i want to write a review of this album already. i got over three albums writen that i wrote reviews on. well i just wanted to say hi and hope we all can come together at asslee house (yes asslee) and put are minds together about this.