its a quarter past four and i had some pretty wierd dreams.

dream 1:

i'm walking on the beach only on the shoreline it was all houses, and i just kept walking thru peoples houses. i think this is my own hatred of crowds and people and overpopulation of the earth.

dream 2:

i'm in a living room with a tv couch and video game, my two cousins are there, along with my littlest cousin. the littlest cousin she starts to play and someone shuts off the game and leaves. they badmouth her and i feel bad. its just generally a cruel dream.


strange i wake up again at this time feeling strangely recharged and ready for life.

so grace calls me out of the blue.

its always a monumental occasion when grace calls me out of the blue.

i say so because its when i have talks with her that i learn the most about myself. how far i've come. how messed up my family is. and theres always the semi-flirting, thats nice too.

its like talking to an old friend from grade school. its like resuming a trip around the world.

you just get on your bike and start off where you left.

i know a lot about her, and she knows a lot about me. so theres always a mind game going on about who's in who's territory.

always so open ended though. we both wish we could talk more, but don't say it, well at least i do, she probably calls the next person on her list, while i just go to carl's jr. cuz i'm starving.

Hard-Fi
Cash Machine

Go to a cash machine
To get a ticket home
Message on the screen
Says don't make plans, you're broke
No, no this can't be right
I know that time is tight
I've only just been paid
Three weeks five days, til I'm seen
Right...
No...
I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
I'm working for the cash machine

I try to phone a friend
My credit's in the red
I try to skip the fare
Ticket inspector's there
No no, this can't be right
I live an honest life
It seems like sometimes
You don't cross the line
You don't get
By...
No...

I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
Yeah...

What am I gonna do
My girlfriend's test turned blue
We tried to play it safe
That night we could not wait
No no, this can't be right
She said it would be alright
I can't afford to be a daddy
So I leave tonight...
No...

I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
I'm always paying, never make it
But you can't look back
I wonder if I'll ever get
To where I want to be
Better believe it
I'm working for the cash machine
Cash machine
Cash machine ...

There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket, my pocket, my pocket
There's a hole in my pocket
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

my love is a lifetaker

i can't confront you

i never could do

so try to be cool

got drunk tonight and went to an asian club night at IVAR located in hollywood.
no pictures, but there were honeys

i think in a drunken haze i text messaged laura saying i missed her.

many beers thru my body, i stumbled home. broken and alone, i went to myspace and added 3 new friends.

things i remember about that night that were said:
"dude, its a club, ur bound to bump in a few people"
"would you care to dance? no? then fuck you! i'm mexican anyway!"
"would you care to dance? no. but those girls over there would? oh."
"luke, you gotta use your happa skills, they want you, they need you, just go talk to them."

last one made me shoot out a little whimper of a laugh.

i sloganized my name

the first thre i got were:

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Where's The Luke?
Choosy Mothers Choose Luke.
and
Schtop! This Luke is not Ready Yet!

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