wind blows perfect

wind blows perfect, coffee is hot, and the mood is sublime

afternoon delight

breathe susana...breathe...you remember, be cool
remember the cool chic you are...oh, she stepped out for lunch.
well it's almost 2...she should be back soon.
oh look, speak of the devil.

the music pounds...so good

here it comes...that feeling...that undeniable feeling of...of pure goodness.
when there is nothing to be sad about...nothing to feel insecure about...nothing to have apathy for.
like clockwork it comes...after the heat, then the desperation, then the obsession, then the absolute happiness...it glistens on my skin. radiating.
.
.
stay with me. lay and listen.

so cool

yay!!!...let's meet in the city
where we can play rich, we can play cool
smeared black eyeliner and headaches pounding
vintage coats walking, peg-legged pants riding
and there you are
between that model chic and that valet guy
there we are...meeting in th city

fleeting moments that pass

the desperation that comes when feeling unwanted, unneeded, and/or betrayed.
at the pit of the stomach it grows to panic, then anger, then the desperation again...the despreation to get it all back.
desperation followed by obsession...obsession in desperate moments is the worst...the absolute worst.

subway + grafitti writing = rolling pages in windtunnels

i remember something and am fascinated at my previous dismissal.
so, when todd and i went to the WILD STYLE 25 year anniversary concert, RAMMELLZEE performed a sound that was so out of this world that it was almost "wrong". but it was a case of the wrong crowd and/or wrong occassion [although he is one of the original artists during the time of the documentary].
but this guy is a trip...to the maximum potential of a trip. he is a musician/artist/philosopher of sorts. to the intensity that when i listen/read his thoughts my teeth grind, palms sweat, and eyes shift into moments of paranoia, restlessness and instability...[and few laughing moments of hysterical disbelief]

interview
interview + sound
alpha bet's video
solo sound: Bi-Conicals Of The Rammelzee
1985 sound: Rammelzee vs K-Bob
interview @149st
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there is a beauty in the evolution a single person can manifest in his/her own reality [theology?], more importantly, to then have it transcend to others' realities.

plaza garibaldi, D.F.

for the sake of color and feel-good images

iterate me!

its all small talk...not important, or insightful, or even entertaining.
repeating myself
"this sounds just like that other entry you wrote a few back...bored"
why strive to come up with some new thing or feeling to write about?
iterations! iterations! iterations! of the same feelings...of the same 10%.
go ahead, say it.... "cry me a river susana, shut the fuck up!"

blank[ness]

a slip of the toungue...
physically or figuratively?
both i guess, equally great, equally mine, equally damaging

the figure to the ground...
aware or unawareness?
both i think, equally tempting, equally ours, equally torturous

pass it down...return

i like you
do you like me?
cirle one: [YES] [NO]

i like you
do you like me?
circle one please: [YES] [MAYBE] [NO]

i like you
do you like me?
circle one please, if youd like?: [YES] [MAYBE] [NO] [MORE TIME]

maybe the middle-man is the problem?
the device that transcends space, folding it, with information loss at its crease.
everyone swore by its reliability, but cleary, they were all wrong.

nonsence

fuckity fuck fuck fuck!
are we fucking at work?
if you mean we, as in I, yes we are
and its only noon
what might happen by 2 is beyond me
ahhhh, so we're gonna stick around till 2?
i think we must
then we shall
thats the least we could do
yes, thats the least we could do

"so last season" said the pigeon

the word juxtaposition...i hate it
well hate is too strong...but its a word that resurfaced [more than] a couple of years back. thanks to the words moonlighting period [encouraged by Rem Koolhaus] in architecture, it became the thing to do and say.

moonlighting: at EVERY lecture, jury, review, and critique this word would come out of the mouth of every all-black-claddded architect's mouth, with such certainty and persistent hands gestures that a student architect would automatically think of this phenomenon as a new way of thinking. As well, making it their goal to extract all information from its occurence and manipulate it to their vague interpretation of what they thought should be "juxtaposed".

the new-old words...bifurcation and dynamic are recently the most obvious, having lost or are presently losing the essence of their concepts.

both have weaseled their way into my thesis

voy al pan

id like to say something to you
but the birds keep chirping

id like to tap you on the shoulder
but the bees keep buzzing

id like to breathe something to you
but the clouds keep moving

id like to ask you a question
but the jasmine just thickens

saturday@ChoiceMarket.com

medium latte...one extra shot...make it two
her eyes say "that's 3, you know?"
i say "give it to me" smirk and the look of desperation for my midterm fix.
her blue tights with a rip in them, brown long boots, hot pink short cotton skirt, striped yellow-white shirt and her black hoody...hot...lets not forget the HOT french 40something owner that stands behind her frothing my milk...perfect latte.

fall is here for sure... and i have my sneakers on and only one layer on....what was i thinking this morning!?!??!?!

-watermelon cupcakes?

fuck you [with indearment]

sex: what can you say about it that wont make you want to have it...
lets try: its dirty, not soft and clean....makes me want it more
try again: its not love...but it is, want it more now.
try again: its complicated...no its not, wow the intensity
once again: its all physical...yes it is! my heart is a tangible object.
last try: youre not special, plenty of people to have sex with...but i am special, havent you heard?