Identity

What are we besides a puddle of social conditions and stimuli? what is it that makes us actually us? do we find things sexy because they really are or we are conditioned to think so....been in a contemplative mood lately. pensive as hell, thoughts meandering on the mindless terrain of obsession.

i want to create something real. i want to feel this way forever. i keep sliding back to the memories, back and forth, good and bad and remembering what could be.....

sometimes you just wonder

what
it
really
is

the
fact
that
we
are
all
here
and
doing
what


is
the
point

i
mean
really


think

really


think


for you

your

yourself

think for yourself

can

we

even

do that

i am

i am not

i am not sure.

Following the follower, sinking below

I'm so lame about this blog. Been traveling to Death Valley, SF, Salton Sea, and oh so beautiful Riverside. Shot my first experimental film with my friend. Learned a bit of dark room. Good times to be had.

i still don't know what the hell i want...what i am doing. constant push, pulls, lonely hammerings of melancholic memories.

i want to travel more, worry less.
i want more coffee and booze, but should drink tea.
I want to NEVER WORRY ABOUT MONEY.
Fucking capitalism ass rapes people, we are slaves to it.
hyper active mind fucking keep analytical booty in tact.
memories flushing out of toilets, love overflowing hearts in hands of time that passes on to each other again and again, when will the pattern end, moving towards nothing, but everything is happening, no time to think, just go, i just want to sleep a bit, maybe make some love with that guy i love so much and cocoon myself into nothingness. yes i used cocoon as a verb.

so there.

Touched

Love and the pursuit of happiness

The greatness of lovers outweigh the tragedy of the mundane.
Smiles override tears, while passion pervades weakness.
Strength climbs in every pore saying yes yes, i've found you with a declarative kiss.


If I'm dreaming don't wake me up

Collision of caution

well, hello dear non-existent audience, it's been a while. I have been busy, very busy, but for all the good reasons and I am very happy. The temptress of time has seduced me, taken me over, I am getting stronger, more mature, I feel a change, there is light behind my eyes again, not a flashy old motel 'vacant' sign.

incredible.

life can be really amazing, and I am trying to keep my head up and keep it that way. hopefully more writings soon, but I hope you can see this smile.

The Sex of Secrets

hearts race as breath quickens, the new touch dissolves into fingerprints, tainting the pure skin which was absolved of all its lies. the soul sighs mercilessly in joy, finally being touched, don't stop, don't stop, not now....cement this moment of verity, tell me it's real.

Ease of ashes

"Who will save us...your smile is on fire....still my heart will let you down....everyone in this room they got troubles too, secret stories of lives that we never knew...."

My new poppy delight! Oh my god, I could just bob my head, sucking on lolipops smiling to this shit.

But my favorite lyric..."why is it that two people can't feel the same way at the same time"

http://www.thesubmarines.com/

I saw the Cure last night. Wine. Robert Smith. Sad emo...hot friend. Love love all around. The most beautiful thing I saw was this lesbian couple and one of the girls took her gf's hand and raised it, and said "I am marrying this woman!"...I don't particularly believe in marriage as an institution, but this was a great moment to witness. Pure love and passion.

I miss that. I can wait.

One heart to break...many to fizzle...does someone have any glue?

"Everyday we wake up, we choose love, we choose light...."

I will try, thank you Submarines.