observations-and-bitchings:

i wrote this on the road today

observations-and-bitchings:

i wrote this on the road today

observations-and-bitchings:

i was v moved today after a japanese meal w a friend

observations-and-bitchings:

I was v touched by a Japanese meal w a friend today

observations-and-bitchings:

so i tried to play Feel It by Kate Bush

just so ya guys know, i angrily and passionately gave up singing & performing songs i used to write like- a little less than 2 years ago.

i was just really moved by this song today & felt like it was something i needed to do.

Kate Bush is hard to sing, but regardless, i’m kinda happy that i was able to get over my weird passions and do something i wanted to do-

anyways, 

para tu

(Source: observations-and-bitchings)

Disobedient Memorandum

restlesslyinspired:

A response to the ‘Disoriented Memorandums’ of Darian Stahl

I kiss the air everyday out of gratitude that our paths came to cross. I love you, friend.

I wake up to scent smells of dried, drying and fresh sweat swirled intimately tornado
With South Texas schoolyard summer fields, dying grass, brothers and companions, newly discovered transit exhaust
And old best friends and promises’ fresh sun warmed hair
buried deep in spirit collaboration, free love - fantasy - she’s not there -
Nor is he.

I wake promising to have more sex, not today - today is everyday
Be it Athena, my dragon mother, urban escorts or misunderstood society stricken schoolgirls
Homosexual ‘love life’s’, creatures under the stairs or bums and elders under the bridge
A promise is a promise, this The New World.

Our dreams are measured by the smoke in our lungs and college ruled scribble crumpled up in dusty corners,
The nameless books on our shelves and our expected destinies on either side of our dilated mechanical, gorilla glued pupils
We rub our thighs together, pick up music boxes and pens, seek out other hollow youth to share shell and seed in a digital place, spend and make - boring hope for the best - life in a photo shopped picture.

I wake for the warm bright sunshine of 9 A.M and carpe diem, new oil pastel landscapes for my memory, The El Dorado of urban madness.
Mother and father fell away with god and chivalry and college, snow capped mountains under milky way and compassionate professors from across the states
My goddess - La Luna is the only lullaby I ever heard
The only night light I ever slept to.

I dreamt through ashes and temples but woke to fearful odds, crying and spitting at my telephone
Standing ever still cursing the cement, to look up full of tears-see that eagles still fly
Oh, how grey my soul went then.

I walked through the walls stared into the valley so that i may see the lake
But from hell to heaven, beggining and end, day and night and foundation to brim-
I must regret to say,
The lake of doubt has no reflection
And this is not our fate.

What have we learned?

Tonight aggressively shoved in my face

every chance it got to explain to me

that humans are

human.

Tonight allowed me to be perceptive, open, interested,

& sensitive to everything & everyone up & about &

happening around me.

Tonight is always a constant character.

People vomited, emotionally & physically.

The sad, sad grapes could see through

everyone’s self convinced misanthropy.

Everyone loves everyone-

& that statement is not reductionist.

I have been informed by tonight

that all hope resides in the face

of a person before they answer a

question.

Genuineness & disingenuity

are concepts that both haunt me

tremendously, yet I do not fully understand

what it is exactly that they represent.

I’m only interested in the

twitch of the side of a mouth in the

midst of cognition.

I want to cuddle with the

twitch of the side of a mouth in the

midst of cognition.

I want to live in the

twitch of the side of a mouth in the

midst of cognition.

What words are vomited crumble

beneath the tremble of expression-

genuine expression.

I am staring at the ceiling in my room,

after this day,

asking myself what it is I have left to say.

I asked my friend just now through

a text “When you’re in the rabbit hole, which do you choose?

Communication or an alternative?”

There are alternatives to communication,

“such as creation.”

But when we’re pushed between the angled tables-

regardless of intention,

can we settle for anything other than communication?

& more over,

is it healthy?

observations-and-bitchings:

I am no longer afraid to Nye

observations-and-bitchings:

I am no longer afraid to Nye

outtake from picture taking w Ivan.
We’re finishing up this book beautifully.
STAY tuned.

outtake from picture taking w Ivan. We’re finishing up this book beautifully. STAY tuned.