Sunday, January 3, 2010
and today and yesterday
It was quite the tragic event when my brake cable snapped months ago. I had the intentions and the initial will to promptly fix it myself. I even had the parts in my blue milk crate basket and even a brand new bike light.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
the lazy trisquit
the lazy tasting trisquit makes love to bursting balls of cheese
the perfectly sweet strawberry shamefully kisses the refined sugars of whipped cream
Is this necessary? the mouth screams
But it passively receives.
Hypnotized
again and again, it is pleased.
feathers of hair like cirrus clouds before the sun and the extrovert flower in her ear
a slender yet sensually curvaceous four wheeled auto for the sparkling blue eyed gentleman
Why is she hiding
what is he keeping inside
with these crutches, they cope.
Merits of hope patched on like an Against Me! kids
or like fans of Tupac, certain that he will rise again
If all we have is perception
and we take it literally
then deception may be the life we have chosen to lead
nicotine smokestacks
Yoga in the bathroom after a cigarette
in the dingy gray caffeine bar
she has been depressed
suppressed
into mimicking the city
a smoke stack
polluting herself
disowning and ignoring
the self
that she's losing, holding on only by a wire
disconnected from the whispering trees
in a stream spiraling downward
distant from the potential of the complex human being
the yoga in the bathroom before work
the ultimate mental shit she feels
trapped
inside out
she screams into the black hole inside
the more she screams the bigger it gets
far from a life where she could breathe the air
and nurture her nature
forced into the drugs encouraged
caffeine, money,
cigarettes, food
work,
self destruction is limiting
set goals
meet them or don't.
she's a nicotine smokestack
amazing waiting for amazement.
You don't don't say.
in the dingy gray caffeine bar
she has been depressed
suppressed
into mimicking the city
a smoke stack
polluting herself
disowning and ignoring
the self
that she's losing, holding on only by a wire
disconnected from the whispering trees
in a stream spiraling downward
distant from the potential of the complex human being
the yoga in the bathroom before work
the ultimate mental shit she feels
trapped
inside out
she screams into the black hole inside
the more she screams the bigger it gets
far from a life where she could breathe the air
and nurture her nature
forced into the drugs encouraged
caffeine, money,
cigarettes, food
work,
self destruction is limiting
set goals
meet them or don't.
she's a nicotine smokestack
amazing waiting for amazement.
You don't don't say.
Traveling
"i have a dream of travelling around the globe until my money runs out!
Might start in the Us of A! green rapids :)
WHAt do you think of my wild outrageous plan?
i need to work my arse of to get away first!
tell me how your trip affected you?"
Traveling without money is one of the most romantic things I've experienced But it is far from glamorous as some books and travel guides may suggest. As money begins to dwindle the logical mind begins to hyperventilate. Naturally humans want comfort but comfort is evolutions enemy. Soon money is completely absent. One may still continue to dig for salvation from a dollar by collecting cans, working on fruit farms, or trying to sell belongings. But sometimes after a while one might realize that spending all day collecting cans just to purchase a gyro isn't exactly what traveling is about. But looking back on it you realize it is because its about realizations and learning.
You close your eyes at day break and take a deep breath and realize you really have no current obligations besides keeping yourself alive. And really you don't need much at all to survive. These waves of beautiful color and emotion zap to the back of your eyelids forming pictures incomprehendable to creature form but for some how these mouthless shapeless things are singing to you. You open your eyes again finally and the sun has set. You remember you are more adventuress in the night. CARPE NOCTURNE! You walk towards the nearest gas station with your thumb out. Some old guy pulls up in a blue dodge pick-up truck. The moonglow hit his eyes through the haze of a swisher-sweet cigar and assure you he is an ally. You hope in the passenger seat and he offers you peanut m&m's and this is where the REAL adventure begins. Your off the map, no money, no obligations, you are in the hands of the world. You trust yourself fully while still being completely dependent on the world (this is true love). You learn to feel the intentions of each human being just by breathing on them. You learn that your spine knows more then your head. And its not a matter of food and water its more of a matter of keeping your grip on reality when you are oozing through the cracks of society.
Traveling, you meet a lot of people. Your relationship will never be the same as to the people you have at home, internal desolation is a huge battle. As you escape deep relationships and real human contact. You may think you don't need people but in time find that you appreciate good relationships more that ever when you are without them. You may call home a couple times but you are living in a different realm, in a different dimension almost and your friends at home can't 'relate to your thoughts... this was the scariest part of my travels
Really I don't know what to say to you or how to say it about what you will learn. It's all about what you allow yourself to learn. You definitely won't return the same person. My friends all recognize that i have change significantly since my travels.
you really realize what the definition of "essentials" is.
Each experience is unique to each person. All you need is a plane ticket. Some people actually hitch hike on boats if you wanted to by-pass saving money for an airplane. Anything is possible if you believe it is.
the world will take care of you if you let it.
I think your idea is fantastic. But don't go too fast. stay for a while and enjoy each place.
actually don't listen to anything i have to say, you will figure it all out for yourself.
Might start in the Us of A! green rapids :)
WHAt do you think of my wild outrageous plan?
i need to work my arse of to get away first!
tell me how your trip affected you?"
Traveling without money is one of the most romantic things I've experienced But it is far from glamorous as some books and travel guides may suggest. As money begins to dwindle the logical mind begins to hyperventilate. Naturally humans want comfort but comfort is evolutions enemy. Soon money is completely absent. One may still continue to dig for salvation from a dollar by collecting cans, working on fruit farms, or trying to sell belongings. But sometimes after a while one might realize that spending all day collecting cans just to purchase a gyro isn't exactly what traveling is about. But looking back on it you realize it is because its about realizations and learning.
You close your eyes at day break and take a deep breath and realize you really have no current obligations besides keeping yourself alive. And really you don't need much at all to survive. These waves of beautiful color and emotion zap to the back of your eyelids forming pictures incomprehendable to creature form but for some how these mouthless shapeless things are singing to you. You open your eyes again finally and the sun has set. You remember you are more adventuress in the night. CARPE NOCTURNE! You walk towards the nearest gas station with your thumb out. Some old guy pulls up in a blue dodge pick-up truck. The moonglow hit his eyes through the haze of a swisher-sweet cigar and assure you he is an ally. You hope in the passenger seat and he offers you peanut m&m's and this is where the REAL adventure begins. Your off the map, no money, no obligations, you are in the hands of the world. You trust yourself fully while still being completely dependent on the world (this is true love). You learn to feel the intentions of each human being just by breathing on them. You learn that your spine knows more then your head. And its not a matter of food and water its more of a matter of keeping your grip on reality when you are oozing through the cracks of society.
Traveling, you meet a lot of people. Your relationship will never be the same as to the people you have at home, internal desolation is a huge battle. As you escape deep relationships and real human contact. You may think you don't need people but in time find that you appreciate good relationships more that ever when you are without them. You may call home a couple times but you are living in a different realm, in a different dimension almost and your friends at home can't 'relate to your thoughts... this was the scariest part of my travels
Really I don't know what to say to you or how to say it about what you will learn. It's all about what you allow yourself to learn. You definitely won't return the same person. My friends all recognize that i have change significantly since my travels.
you really realize what the definition of "essentials" is.
Each experience is unique to each person. All you need is a plane ticket. Some people actually hitch hike on boats if you wanted to by-pass saving money for an airplane. Anything is possible if you believe it is.
the world will take care of you if you let it.
I think your idea is fantastic. But don't go too fast. stay for a while and enjoy each place.
actually don't listen to anything i have to say, you will figure it all out for yourself.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Traveling is like making love for me
In fact I feel as though (sometimes)
it may be the only one I know how to embrace
The world surprises me with its
beauty and endless secrets
the people I hardly know embracing me as their child
I'm scared to make love and to be alone
but, vulnerability keeps me alive
Uncertainty excites me
Imagination
is
Creationism
misinterpretation
is NOT a false reality.
In fact I feel as though (sometimes)
it may be the only one I know how to embrace
The world surprises me with its
beauty and endless secrets
the people I hardly know embracing me as their child
I'm scared to make love and to be alone
but, vulnerability keeps me alive
Uncertainty excites me
Imagination
is
Creationism
misinterpretation
is NOT a false reality.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
fresh hot baguettes
to give to fork a lift
my toes felel the ground the most
when i'm a ballerina
can't stand
for too much now
dangerous...
snakes
automobiles
drugs
humans
people
to see
we dance without legs
and loose boneless arms flailing
back
and forth
like a pendulum
or a prom dress
telling a secret when the music and the spinnig gets really fast
cancer humming lungs
child birth with drugs
to smell the air seasoned with manure you will need to go to the south
to smell the air seasoned with mcdonalds fries you must go to the north
her nuckles cracked
like movie theater popcorn
monsters like this are like this
i cut it off
nucleaire non merci.
I hitched to Montargis, france and walked about 100 kilometers with a fantastic group of people walking from london to geneva to raise awareness for uranium mining and nuclear power. I never felt so connected to a group of people so instantaneously.
the grey sky opened its blue eyes and projected a rainbow
dover was dreary 3-4 hours of trying to hitch out in the rain led me to the last bus to London. The ticket man was rude. And the gentleman at the information desk neglected me and carried on a person conversation about how him and this other guy (a police officer actually) both just got a sidekick. And on the bus, the driver was frustrated that I didn't have a ticket o direct change.
The overnight fare to liverpool was booked so i tried to sleep in the station. But the station soon closed. So I tried to sleep in the central train station, but i was told this would close soon as well. So I walked.. and found an elevated railed in garden for a bed last night. I woke up to someone peeing on the outside wall of the garden. This was about 5 AM
While hitching I was asked over and over again... Obama?
Mind you most of the people I hitched with spoke little or no english.
We communicated with disorganized games of pictionary, one guy drawing stick figure with a black face then a stick figure with hair. Asking me if I was voting for Obama.
then I would write
Politic=Merde
and george bush = merde
This made them think... i guess she is okay for an american.
When I spent the night in Gorlitzer Park,centered around a train station that was bombed in world war II, I met this lady named catherine
catherine in the sun
wore a translucent door
you could ask but you alread knew
her thighs shaped fine art and shown through her thin dress
she asked for ten cents
it all makes cents for her
she wrote of her lover on the internet
his parents were catholic and disapproved
they found 20 dollars next to him when he
choked and died on his vomit
which made sense she was talking to me because I am 20
catherine in the sun told me
the night before heath ledger died
she watched a nights tale 12 times
for no reason why, she wrote about it on the internet
it all makes cents to here
catherine the hex in this sun
catherine the cat
oh tom the myspace editor
tom the tom cat better watch out
she is pregnat
and catherine is in love
another person from the park.
ol'jim at the guitar
playing a song he used to know
finding the strings
like a time machine
his fingers are slower than he remembered
lost in alcohol
always drunk in time
for wasting
he has the coolest jacket in town
my toes felel the ground the most
when i'm a ballerina
can't stand
for too much now
dangerous...
snakes
automobiles
drugs
humans
people
to see
we dance without legs
and loose boneless arms flailing
back
and forth
like a pendulum
or a prom dress
telling a secret when the music and the spinnig gets really fast
cancer humming lungs
child birth with drugs
to smell the air seasoned with manure you will need to go to the south
to smell the air seasoned with mcdonalds fries you must go to the north
her nuckles cracked
like movie theater popcorn
monsters like this are like this
i cut it off
nucleaire non merci.
I hitched to Montargis, france and walked about 100 kilometers with a fantastic group of people walking from london to geneva to raise awareness for uranium mining and nuclear power. I never felt so connected to a group of people so instantaneously.
the grey sky opened its blue eyes and projected a rainbow
dover was dreary 3-4 hours of trying to hitch out in the rain led me to the last bus to London. The ticket man was rude. And the gentleman at the information desk neglected me and carried on a person conversation about how him and this other guy (a police officer actually) both just got a sidekick. And on the bus, the driver was frustrated that I didn't have a ticket o direct change.
The overnight fare to liverpool was booked so i tried to sleep in the station. But the station soon closed. So I tried to sleep in the central train station, but i was told this would close soon as well. So I walked.. and found an elevated railed in garden for a bed last night. I woke up to someone peeing on the outside wall of the garden. This was about 5 AM
While hitching I was asked over and over again... Obama?
Mind you most of the people I hitched with spoke little or no english.
We communicated with disorganized games of pictionary, one guy drawing stick figure with a black face then a stick figure with hair. Asking me if I was voting for Obama.
then I would write
Politic=Merde
and george bush = merde
This made them think... i guess she is okay for an american.
When I spent the night in Gorlitzer Park,centered around a train station that was bombed in world war II, I met this lady named catherine
catherine in the sun
wore a translucent door
you could ask but you alread knew
her thighs shaped fine art and shown through her thin dress
she asked for ten cents
it all makes cents for her
she wrote of her lover on the internet
his parents were catholic and disapproved
they found 20 dollars next to him when he
choked and died on his vomit
which made sense she was talking to me because I am 20
catherine in the sun told me
the night before heath ledger died
she watched a nights tale 12 times
for no reason why, she wrote about it on the internet
it all makes cents to here
catherine the hex in this sun
catherine the cat
oh tom the myspace editor
tom the tom cat better watch out
she is pregnat
and catherine is in love
another person from the park.
ol'jim at the guitar
playing a song he used to know
finding the strings
like a time machine
his fingers are slower than he remembered
lost in alcohol
always drunk in time
for wasting
he has the coolest jacket in town
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