when physical is the illusiona and thought is what IS
i can be somewhere else
listening to the strumming of this guitar
feeling my foot tapping on a differnet wooden chair
i could be alone

MIA without report

when an inch apart still feels far away.

"smoke" break

people have their own way of coping with things. doesnt seem i cope with things..i keep my distance long enough to forget. i donot delete the person nor do i get angry, i just wait, they will get tired and leave me...well most do. the ones that stick around, well they stick around. i like those people, the forgiving ones to my moments off the map.

more seem to be sticking around these days. i'm not sure why.

swell

rising from the pit of my stomach
feasting on lemon rinds and black coffee along the way
bulding to the throat into a suffocating dryness
swelling into the figment of my imagination

a mere catalogue of memories of things seen and unseen:
a conservatory,
a field,
stairs,
parcel deliveries,
an island,
wind turbines,
a blue couch (i think)...

feeling the loss as i debate, grey? or blue?

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