April 23, 2007
Number two and no magazines
the modern mind substitutes stability for agility...and in the process, our our poor self image is predicated upon the expectations and manifestations of others, who all have an idea, but no solid clue of me or you. We inebriate our neighbors while they swallow and swallow, tumble around in stupor, evade sincerity and endorse the attention craved mickey mouse face. We engineer a stable of thoroughbred bullshitters, who fool fools.
April 18, 2007
heart wide open
finally understood the mishapps misshaped...finally free. thanks I M for your story. It means so much.
April 01, 2007
none of the above
we are never alone...we percieve we are alone...on the surface...but there is a band of humans...awaiting their arrival for whatever destination they predict and will for themselves...but it's not about that...it's about the calming in the storm...it's accepting the conditions that are brought before you...and being sincere in whatever it brings you to...love...who knows what that is...it's mostly a social construct...it's mostly what people share...but it's beautiful and we are ever so greatful for the expression
March 06, 2007
Under a hoodie
Today I saw an old man,
knee high socks, sandals,
sparce hair and loneliness,
showering the pigeons with grain.
I saw a cloud-making machine,
each nimbus evolving one after the other.
A man with dark bags under his eyes
sees life with a tint.
He sits at the bus stop,
awaiting his time to come.
After looking at these people,
I felt l was looking at myself.
I am the product of cats inside out
on the left lane freeway.
I hate that how I feel is always at
the tip of my tongue, and that it's never
appropriate to say how i feel.
Laying penniless in a wishing well,
it's impossible to wish well for anyone.
knee high socks, sandals,
sparce hair and loneliness,
showering the pigeons with grain.
I saw a cloud-making machine,
each nimbus evolving one after the other.
A man with dark bags under his eyes
sees life with a tint.
He sits at the bus stop,
awaiting his time to come.
After looking at these people,
I felt l was looking at myself.
I am the product of cats inside out
on the left lane freeway.
I hate that how I feel is always at
the tip of my tongue, and that it's never
appropriate to say how i feel.
Laying penniless in a wishing well,
it's impossible to wish well for anyone.
January 24, 2007
Stretching out
The threads have torn.
They decend to the grass.
Inside the hole is an eyeball.
It looks up and around.
He pokes out fingers,
he pokes out toes.
The cocoon is trembling.
He shall emerge...
They decend to the grass.
Inside the hole is an eyeball.
It looks up and around.
He pokes out fingers,
he pokes out toes.
The cocoon is trembling.
He shall emerge...
December 18, 2006
December 14, 2006
out of libra
i keep seeing people trip, not like urban slanguage but like the accidental stutter of foot to floor. the reoccuring theme is trip, continue walking, look back like there was some unnecessary obstruction from another planet at that moment in time, existing for the only purpose of tripping that person, then the denial of the trippage, and the ignoring of me completely witnessing it. people be trippin!!!
in other news, i have recently developed a deep deep fear of static shock, as it has been occuring at least too many times when i encounter too many things...i'm afraid to shake people's hands. i've fallen to the robots....
in other news, i have recently developed a deep deep fear of static shock, as it has been occuring at least too many times when i encounter too many things...i'm afraid to shake people's hands. i've fallen to the robots....
November 30, 2006
Cheers, jack russel terrier
At an intersection corner, i saw a dog postin up looking at the stars. The walk sign went up and I heard chirps. The dog looked left and right, then waddled patiently across the street to the other side and continued to walk down the sidewalk. I almost shit my pants.
November 12, 2006
Fuggetaboutit
I now have control to validate my own prowess and sexuality, and it's not dependent on anyone else's approval. I now know that women all appreciate and adore different qualities. I know that many enjoy traditional qualities in men, ones that have perpetuated gender stereotypes and all the bullshit that goes along with it. Well, I am a sensitive male. I possess many many traditionally labeled feminine qualities. I am mistaken for homosexual by members of both genders. I am emotionally free so fuck all that other shit. I'm not saying fuck you to the girls that didn't get that about me because it's not their fault, kinda. But i'll say fuck you to the girls that did get that about me and thought that there was something wrong with me. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck you very much. This feels great. Why did this take so long? WHY!!!!!???
In other news, the people of Fiji. Fijians, a food-loving society who enjoyed eating and believed that fleshy-looking bodies were attractive for both genders. In fact, when these people would get thinner, they would recieve a slice of bullshit pie. Now............in 1995 TV stations started to broadcast Beverly Hills 90210 and Melrose place...and then 3 years later the Fijian women developed eating disorders because of harsh dieting and stupid american bullshit like that...Fuuuuuuuuuck you very much American TV, you guys fucked up something beautiful. This is sad.
In other news, the people of Fiji. Fijians, a food-loving society who enjoyed eating and believed that fleshy-looking bodies were attractive for both genders. In fact, when these people would get thinner, they would recieve a slice of bullshit pie. Now............in 1995 TV stations started to broadcast Beverly Hills 90210 and Melrose place...and then 3 years later the Fijian women developed eating disorders because of harsh dieting and stupid american bullshit like that...Fuuuuuuuuuck you very much American TV, you guys fucked up something beautiful. This is sad.
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