Time. 'Time is so important now, so many things I want to do.' -Jimi Hendrix

I feel nice these days, but I find to just feel nice not to be so great. It seems there are so many things I could be doing with time. The other night I was reading when I got the idea in my head that maybe one day I could write a book of some sort. I always have all these ideas for documentaries or films, and because I know nothing about film-making I thought it would be great, for now, to write short stories down here and there based on trips Ive had, dreams and all sorts of abstract, surreal things in the imagination. Days are more normal than they've ever been. One thing that really turns me off is normal-ness. And the most attractive thing to me is change. To bring about some change to this year, and myself I ordered some needles online. The other day they came in and Ive been putting them to proper use. There is just something about pain that intrigues me so much, It humbles you to forces outside of yourself and gives you a new respect for your body, you get to witness how the body reacts to intrusions, how it heals. Its all just wonderful. Something about being pierced by another is very impersonal to me, and not to mention too fast, I like to feel the needle in its every movement through the flesh until free on the other side, slowly. Is that strange? May be, but its such a great release. So the change has manifested as a couple of new body piercings as well. I'm currently reading this fascinating little book named 'People of the Lie: The Hope for Healing Human Evil', I recommend it to you. Today I watched a program on ritual scarification, and traditional Ta moko, the Maori way of tattooing, in specific the Maori woman chin tattoo. I hope to tattoo my face some day, when I am as far away from society as possible, or just as far away from close-minded judgmental fucks as possible. Yesterday was my brothers birthday, I had more chocolate cake.