b@d m0on r1s1ng
g0ds |3e D@mn'd
0ut & ab0ut
these things happen...
she speaks first ...
"so why do you like me?"
"it's so bright i think i can see it from my bedroom window at night."
"all the way from San Peeedro?"
"aw ight :)"
ne\/\/\ h@1rcut ! -w00t
lo$t in L./\.
being lost in los angeles is like being lost in a warm dusty babylon teaming strong with brown crowds and luxury class heros. every day the vastness extends beyond the horizon while the coyotes dig in the trashcans behind the stores.
i can hear them calling out in the still of the 10's traffic, like the white dry ghosts of old movie legends stirring circles in the wind out by the 7-11.
yes, this city shines bright in the summer sun. so bright it stings the eyes. so brilliant it boggles the mind.
0,/\/\,g ... \/\/+f?
lets take a walk...
lets walk from here to where ever, and when we get there we can sit by the sea and listen to the birds mock our flightless bodies. we can write our names in the sand and laugh until the world passes, just 45 minutes to away.
the end of the moment, and the last warm orange flash of a bright yellow day.
1n th# p3dr0
out in the warm sun of my dusty beach home. taking in the local flavor and tasting the air between the most beautiful day in 200o and 6.
... 0ff the bo0ks
d3ar d3ad g1rl - part 4
dear dead girl...
something seems to have snapped. my mind drifts no-longer to the old stories, even though i know they are there. they still seem to hang fat in the air with no intention of leaving. like a nice pink fog, but i guess i just cant see them anymore.
its really a shame, because they were so much fun. so much fun that even the blank space that they left behind sometimes echoe tiny giggles in to the charged air of my mind's mind... making me laugh... for no reason at all.
i do that a lot these days.
c'est fromage luv... c'est fromage...
it's as if ...
it's as if life just lets you know when the whole thing is working like a well oiled machine. clicking and purring in time with the second sight of the collective unconscious. chisling at the air like a pneumatic dream flashing hot and bright in the dusty season's breeze. summer is here and calling the shots.
m3 & th3 $ea
\/\/ / g1ant
wow, wow, wow...
the mystery of someone slightly caring that i smile.
i guess i'm cheap.