Thursday, March 3, 2011

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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

sin, dreams, violence, touch



I fought my first battle last night

I kept thinking of mike lopez,
him and his brother would lay in the same bed and dream together while embracing
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i miss my brother, i want to give him a hug
when i hug him it feels wrong

kazantakis spoke of jesus touching his feet to the feet of the young mary magdelene
the act was so innocent
i questioned how the touching of feet could be considered sin


my dreams were innocent last night
although they scared me straight
my essence was open and all that existed was fear
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suzanne falk and marina ambrovic were mixed together


a green minture horse with sharp teeth tried to castrate me


i beat it with a magical metal tube
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sometimes the imagination can be more horrific than reality

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

solidify an eloquent experience

repetition

is the cycle in which we continually regress

laugh, it is our choice

smiles and arms in the air

unbound from this form, into light, with swords and words, laughing still


keep laughing, without anger, into the abyss of simplicity and grandeur


keep laughing

keep laughing

keep laughing

with each repetitive gesture we are forced into change,

a place where the wrongs write themselves and possibilities become impossibilites.

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Thursday, February 24, 2011

body language, confusion, transcendence

my body speaks in all directions

quaquaversal? duh.

i found a place between serenity and actuallity,
building a little house there.





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other people can live with me, but only my brothers, and people who have other things to do

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it's my house, i own it, i run it
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i'll make you polite, don't ask for too much

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thank you
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thank you, i needed that
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in my ear, sensitive ears,

donald rumsfeld makes me feel uncomfortable and grown up.



Saturday, February 19, 2011

divine irony, friend, benevolence, soul


i am clear, clarity


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plume blanche
deee doo
dee doooooo

Friday, February 18, 2011

communal intimacy


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this morning i looked at the clouds, in detail, as marissa suggested
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a single engine plane passed below the clouds and my grandmother awakened me one of her desires
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i called my father
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he has a friend who flies planes
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i suggested he give his mother a gift
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AND THEY COME BACK WITH WARNINGS OF CELESTIAL NOISE.
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AND THEY BECKON ME WITH MONARCHY AND UNCONDITIONAL
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Monday, February 14, 2011

compromise, helen frankenthaler, movement, dance, serenity

writing about myself.
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the colors become dissonant when moments become harsh
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helen, your painting remind me of myself.
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cherish my warmth, for my anxiety will steal, soul, art


HOLD YOUR SELF UP.

Your tricks are not worth the trouble.

YOU ARE GROWN, YOU ARE GROWN



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Saturday, February 12, 2011

it's simple and there's nothing you can do about it

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give up, soul, diversity, exuberance


Sit down.



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Went to the bar last night, in my face, got some mushrooms.

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Marty told John to shut up, high as a kite, imagine it. Imagine how high we were together. If you can understand .

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It was like kidding and getting angry about selfishness. Stupid honest muthfuckers.



NO ONE CARES, SHUT THE FUCK UP!
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outside so the rapists can mind fuck you.
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at night I can feel the neighbors hands on my dick, I am too open sometimes.
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imagined
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He gets lonely and it's not real anyways
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Friday, February 11, 2011

non-experimental types, biodiversity, soul

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Little brothers can be provocative and antagonistic.

Awake.




I am, so be nice






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Thursday, February 10, 2011

new things, accelerated understanding, soul, manhood

Translucent skins, for naked teenage immersion



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They see write into you, tiger.

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But it's all about being real and action.

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ya , la

Ouch, we are poor and sand dune and hover craft.




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