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Name: kat caboin
Location: Bellingham, Washington, United States
Birthday: 3/17/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: music, both mine and others', (NIRVANA, mastodon, iron maiden, led zeppelin, black sabbath, judas priest, the doors, and rainbow are tops. if you care more, just look at the "listening to".) words, both mine and others',; art; spirituality; evolution of the individual; peace; love; unity; community; anything with a little soul. and sexual health. i think i'll major in that.
Expertise: survival, procrastination, scribbling, being the indecisive pisces that i am.
Occupation: homo-sapien
Industry: earth
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/9/2004
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| i still love you.
the northwest is all whales and good air and blooming trees and green and wet. i stay up all night laughing. when i wake up, i climb trees and listen to the train, i pull ivy, i live in ink and paper, black drops on white pages. i share germs and forget strangers' names until they are no longer strangers and get high from having the ocean so near.
i am thankful i got back safely at all. my bank account was drained at the mechanic and the engine died as the behemoth was full of ridesharers north of berkeley, but i am home, safe and well.
it's strange being so alone. and cold. i wake alone, i sleep alone. triangle licked half the hair off her butt while i was in california chasing whatever i was chasing so long; she cuddles me. i'm praying for a cuddle puddle.
i am my own person, no longer just part of a set. what do they think of me now that it is just me? what direction do i take my life now that i have realized i can blaze my own trail? i just want to read lord of the rings and go to sleep again, rest up for my (new) life that will be... what will it be?
i love you, i love the future that manifests itself from naught but this moment. i love the garden that is being planted. i love the old trees blooming, i love whales, i love walking alone in a city that knows my name. i love you in the future, too. thank you for remembering me.
have faith, and some tea.
happy BRIKATANNIVERSARY version 4.5
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| i'm in santa cruz, it's rainy.
climb the mountains, drive out to the desert. hope something good is coming. | | |
| back to l.a.
(i guess i didn't get quite there last time, but thank you lizard king.)
tomorrow, the journey take two begins. our behemoth will be full of ride share folks and we'll cruise on down the five to whatever awaits us back south. i don't know what i'm doing for my birthday yet but i hope it will be a good day. maybe green-clad strangers will buy me drinks. wouldn't that be swell?
being back in bellingham was beautiful, though. i stayed up all night dancing and laughing with friends, listening to the train call out over the bay. and yes, i miss that. and i miss triangle, too. i don't know what i'm going to do about that kitty pie. but part of me is trying to establish an art-focused community house back in the town that stole my heart-- i will still travel, sublet my room for a month or so at a time (i hope. oh, hope!). but part of me knows i cannot be happy without something stable to which i can return, at least while i still have a cat and less confidence than i'd like when it comes to meeting new people. homeless is hard!
i also feel that now is a good time to foster my identity as an artist. to work on those silly doodles of mine, to start writing that novel again. high hopes! the ace of wands, the ace of cups, the sun.
this is a poorly-written entry, i feel. it's been too hard to find words these days. i must dig deeper into my pockets, pull them free, letter by letter...
wish me luck, please.
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| on my last day of work, baby jaxson didn't let me set him down for a single moment.
and yeah, i've regretted giving it all up, but i'm probably glad i did it-- best to get away while you still can. there will be options in the future. i just have to find them, i guess.
billy joel singing my life.
money is a very annoying thing.
adventure is a beautiful thing.
wander on, vagabond heart!
better go back to the beach, i always find my smile there.
el oceano pacifico es inmenso! | | |
| bring on the self-inflicted homelessness! only another week, a week and a day in this town; give all your shit away, pack it up, thank your friends.
a new home for triangle only appeared today. thank you, rebecka and family! in a way, i always knew it would work out. i tried not to panic, put out my good intentions, and the universe worked itself out. i hope this blessed trend continues!
i have faith, i have confidence. i have some money and a whole lot of good intentions.
so, i pack up my things and climb up in the skeletons of to-be houses and close my eyes and dream about people i have not seen in a long time.
and that's all i have to say for now. the distractions outweigh the need to write it down, at least for now.
happy sushi night! | | |
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