body fluid overload

thanks friend...hand me that stick...as i stand over this pulp and liquify it to non-existence. maybe this time...yes! yes! holy fuck! yes!
god that felt fucking good...anyone wanna piece of this?!?!?
cmon!
please!
crazed. panting. swinging for takers as the tears welt at these eyes...
anyone?

closing time

last call for alcohol...and i sit staring at those great eyes as my hand gestures the extra round. lost in them...in the clear potions and brown eyes. intoxicated...infatuated.
words that leave those lips lost in the midst of lust covered in liquid love. digital red lines marking the point of near return. blue walls and reminding mirrors.
familiar gazed smile creeps over my lips. my hand stroking my thigh slow and deep.
brushing my hair with their perfect cheek and a goodbye.

migrating cynicism

waking up, the windows were fogged when i looked out. ordinary. cold.
but that clumsy bird made its way to my sill again.
'NOT NORMAL' the bird was labeled today.
"rather refreshing" i thought.
indeed, as cool as the wind that flooded the room.
perched on my shoulder through the day peeping its thoughts away.
it was patient in my movements and happy with my doings
so where did this 'NOT NORMAL' come from?
lets ask our imaginary friends

re-tro-duction

so it seems i need to break the ice with myself. it's been the longest and most uncomfortable and awkward elevator ride lately. the music keeps getting worse and each floor "ding" more nervous.
"might take a long time" he says
"what will" she asks
"the ride...to heaven...that is where you're going...right?"
and the ice was broken...badly...
but broken nonetheless.

mira me mi muerte moderna

the selfish-girl tantrum

the mood seems to be this very girly-girl mood... not the one that thinks in pink, but the girly-girl that believes in girl power and taking what belongs to her.. that no matter what, happiness and true self should outweigh any sense of tradition or right & wrong. that only she matters and the journey to herSELF.

-watermelon is healthy with an avocado, egg , and bacon sandwich.

no point entry 002

the girl named luci that seemed to have that undeniable spark that made you proud that she still existed somewhere...it was her sense of self expression and taking no prisoners in its action that made her so exquisite.
that every single one of her emotions, no matter how minute or dreadful, manifested into something tangible or visual or vocal...
she had such magic for creation.

thxluku 4 lykke

when you cant scream "i love you!!!" loud enough, say it really softly and hope it's truely heard by the heart.

soulja boyyyyyyyy

"watch me crank it, watch me roll"
pumping down the street from a boombox on a perfect scene brooklyn avenue. they were about 10 yrs old, these three kids...lookin straight out of a music video. and i couldnt help but smile at their youth and determination to emulate what they heard on the radio, seen on a tv show.
didnt have my camera but im sure they would have given me their best posse pose.

http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/graduation.jpg

hold this note will yah

new year always brings reminiscing...i have to adore todd for loving me even after singing this to him, piss drunk, in front of strangers...happy new year everyone...and shall the memories keep piling up

I have become so boring. I think i need to read a book. need new information or simply imformation that is translated differently than im accustomed to.
then i can retranslate to my liking and spill it out over drinks and conversation and feel proud that i contributed to this thing called socializing.
all feels so useless at times.
oh yeah...merry christmas everyone concerned.

green grass

sometimes you can sit in a field of love and only feel the people that pass you by. as the breeze resonates life and hope, the passerbys are strolling to a different place.
should you follow them or bask in the sun?

blinking oh so slowly

after hearing the words "we dont have time to sleep! fuck!" i actually became angrier at the knot in my throat that grew, at the verge of tears. noones fault but my own. but it was an intersting week or two as i expected...always brings us all closer together even if we do smell bad, are in pissy moods, and have delirious ruptures of laughter and mockery.
so all and any of you paying attention...for the most part, I'll be done with my masters of architecture education tomorrow, today, at 6pm...i have yet to write the thesis book, to be submitted on Jan 15...but i think ill enjoy the long days at the cafe.
and best of all, i get ot sleep tonight...i get to sleep tonight...i get to sleep tonight...holy fuck! i get to go home and sleep tonight. exhausted happiness...yes, its that good.