December 2011
1 post
You('re)
Part 1
You’re in the city where you grew up. You have your favorite shirt on. Cigarette in your hand. All you can think about is how much you want to go home. To your real home, because after all home is where you think your heart is. You’re late. But it doesn’t matter; you’re together. The smell of sex. It drives a part of you that transcends the illusion of primal...
November 2011
1 post
strong and pungent
tried and true
far, unreachable
black and blue
shape and form
frame and hue
frozen, contact
me and you
October 2011
3 posts
Friday
8:32pm - Buffalo Wild Wings goes down
10:19 - BWW comes up
Saturday
Midnight - child-bearing pain in stomach
7:45 - more BWW comes up
9:22 - even more BWW comes up
9:23 - in the car for the emergency room
12:00pm - check-in at Athens Hospital near parents
1:30 - IV insert into one of my water hose veins
2:00 - drink 2 giant cups of sprite and radiation dye stuff
4:00 - CT scan
...
I still study my dad. His face, his body language, his actions. The way he orders dinner in Greek. The way he tips the waitress for a crêpe. The way he responds to the strength of his coffee. I don’t know if I do it because I’ve always assumed one day I’ll be just like him or because I respect the man so damn much. Over the years I’ve gone from resenting him to barely...
September 2011
2 posts
California is On Fire Again
I’m back.
And its on fire again.
LApping flames of brilliant orange and electric yellow into a baby blue sky with the hue of a 20 year old polaroid. Like diamonds in a brush fire,
nothing is consumed.
Nobody knows how long it’ll burn this time.
Here’s hoping it’ll last a lifetime.
July 2011
2 posts
a total disconnect from emotions and feeling.
a total disconnect from value and the price.
My ship just sunk last week and I’m on a lifeboat in the middle of a storm.
March 2011
1 post
Two things that I have yet to figure out; why theres a ringing in my ear and why I can’t seem to get a square peg in a round hole. Four nights ago I was in Wasillia visiting some friends. Anne told me to call her when I got there but I forgot. I got out of the car and was immediately approached by a man with long hair and a beard. He asked me for directions to the nearest diner. Man, I had...
December 2010
1 post
Chasing a High
I’m not the first person to commit murder. Not by a longshot. Hell, theres probably someone out there right now killing somebody. Right now. And now. And five minutes from now. The reasons may be different, but we’re all a part of the same something bigger than ourselves. A community. Of killers. We have an addiction. I have an addiction. It transcends the mundane quench of alternate...
November 2010
2 posts
Cinamatic Razor Sharp
Shes cinimatic razor sharp
A welcome arrow through the heart.
I wonder if its welcome because he realizes that its not a unique situation. That someone has taken the time to write out a script, go through casting, and then shoot it. To recall a scene from a movie is multidimensional. So when your girlfriend says, “This reminds me of that scene from ________ where Brad Pitts character says...
Crime
Is a criminal a criminal because he commits crimes?
Or does committing a crime just prove the point.
Is a nice person nice because they do nice things?
Or does doing nice further, then, prove the point.
And why is it that nice people never commit crimes;
But criminals can do both at any given time?
It baffles my mind; the life of crime,
And in the same way, so does the nice.
October 2010
1 post
Art form vs. display of talent.
September 2010
2 posts
You are.
Part 2
You are your muse. You are your vice. You are the two wrapped up in one. You are the angles of a face described what can only be spoken as truth. Theres no escaping it. You are the eyes of the beheld…
God, I tried for 5 years to say what I wanted to her. And now that I have the chance. And the time. To do it the right way. To say it the right way. I can’t fucking bring myself...
Jello
I’ve been thinking in riffs and grooves lately. Melodic and harmonic parts of songs that make me feel a certain way and that I’ll recall when I’m in that mood. Same thing with beats and grooves. Most of the time ?uestlove is on repeat up there…melodyramatic.
There are some resolutions that are turning from Jello to concrete in my gut. It difficult to let it transform...
August 2010
2 posts
i am :: integrated by design
It never ceases to amaze me at the variety in humanity. Everyone is different in just enough ways to be different. The archetype of humans points in an infinitely broad spectrum of directions. Like the vector radii in a sphere; endless directions. And, as in our planet-sphere, the humans that comprise it point in a virtually limitless number of directions. What direction are you pointing?
July 2010
3 posts
June 2010
1 post
Talking about conceptual thinking is the same as writing about word play. There are things you do, not simply state.
May 2010
3 posts
There are times when you break rules that don’t exist and times when you feel like you want to break the rules when there are none to break. When dealing with this dilemma, remember this: most everyone is as aware of whatever situation you feel that you’re more privy to than all those very same people. It’s just that some peoples brains run on a mac OS and others on a windows. We...
Goop
“Economic predjudices plague our race; if you’re aware of it you have right to state your case.
But ‘til you open up your mind and let the world in,
Your just another zombie walking towards a dead end.”
The chasm that separates people of varying socioeconomic status’ is often times misinterpreted as prejudice against the less respectable disposition. And most of the...
Black guitars just sound better.
April 2010
4 posts
Project title.
Out of state of mind.
[out]
Project AK47
Have you ever blown up a long balloon, like clowns use to make little dogs and swords and stuff? I feel like God is breathing into my life-balloon on a daily basis, but the bubbles in the balloon have yet to connect into one big malleable balloon to be shaped. I know that it’s a process, and I’m ready. And it’s going to be good.
Dilla
If 9 was 1- and 1 was 2 then I’d be a step closer the end.
Keep creating in the midst of angst and that mysterious beckon to laze.
When, in fact, those are the times when creativity can be in its purest.
Two heads are better than // one head // is better than none.
// yours //
Get on it.
I’m an asshole, ingrate. I’m so thankful for everyone in my life. I don’t say thank you enough.
March 2010
1 post
My dreams were birthed in a time in which those dreams could be plausible and possible. But now my dreams are merely that, dreams.