13 February, 2010
one eye heart
Yesterday, Rasta Seppte and I sat by the cliffs and painted together. He showed me a pin with a chameleon on it and told me to paint it. I painted a clothespin with two little chameleons on it and gave it to him. Then he painted a heart with an eye in it and handed it to me, I loved the game, and painted a heart for him and gave it to him. He has a dread that is maybe seven feet long. That is magic I think. He took down his dread showed the crowd of hippies. He is truly amazing with his big tam hat. Cheney said that Seppte's hat gets bigger and bigger till he floats off like a hot air balloon. ha
The air is filled with sounds of birds and synthetic bird sounds, it's hard to tell the difference with these exotic birds. I thought it was a silly noisemaker being blown by a child, but it was a tropic friend up in the banana tree. The bar down the street sings songs like- the hokey poky and stick your ass out fast, I just made that last song up but whatever.
Vibrant, alive, wild and untamed. Like capturing water with a sieve.