Saturday, February 26, 2011

We talked about everything and nothing

We fit like puzzle pieces. made of clay and protein follicles from the earth,natural creatures from the ground. dirt. we are dirt. glad to be made from the ground . sprouting , splitting atoms every microsecond.
 Sometimes we live in caves

Memories are like dreams .
Everything Breaths 

Friday, February 18, 2011

My Ponies Are Sad Ponies.


Its been rainy the last three days. Every morning I wake up finding nothing but overcast skies coming through my window. Its no worry, I just go back to my weird dreams where I'm floating on boats and spending time with my friends and family in strange altered realities. On top of everything I have this wretched cough and its sounds like my lung is punishing me for something i swear I didn't do. No running for me until I get better, oh and how I need the vitamin D. We went to the park today. It was quite lovely . There was this little Jack Russell names Lion (with an accent of course) who came to visit us by licking our faces by surprise. Then he would run off all crooked reminding me of my own dog with his little nub of a tail. When the sun went down Martina and I walked down to the playground. There were ponies! I took some pictures of the little kitties mesmerized my the miniature horses who looked a bit sad, like they weren't fulfilling their dream of miniature horsesism. Maybe they wanted to run away and join the circus and be show ponies. How exciting... Ponies are the people of tomorrow!


 Oh and anyways come join us Thursday at Town House. Good Music, Good Friends, and Good Groove. We would love to see you. :)
pink ponies are happy ponies, my ponies are sad ponies, your ponies are ponies of the future.
- Tim Walker for Russian Vogue

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


"Solo con il cuore si può vedere giustamente, l'essenziale e' invisibile all'occhio"
-André Kertesz
 

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Feeling off.

It was the first day on the boat for the season. 
The sun was out.
There was a dog, beer, and fishing.
on the way home I had to pee
Hanna held me off the side.
I laughed so hard I couldn't get back up.
The boat kept on moving.
 I just kept on laughing as the water rushed passed my body
I held my head back 

Closed my eyes

and laughed outrageously.

Beach house in the summer.
 it all seemed so planed vacation.
I was feeling good even though certain things weren't going as planned.
But I remained cool, and confident
.at least I felt free.
I had a lot to think about. 
all with a positive notion.
  
it was our birthdays
We lit sparklers on the dock.
I had known her for just a few days.
but we had this crazy Gemini connection 
we knew everything about each other
  the same thoughts.
finishing each others sentences.
she was passing by 
just another gypsy 
falling in love with her spirit.

Laying out in my back yard.
My holga in hard.
and the trees over head. 
meditation.

The crazies. living like clouds.



Whats to Welcome?


Not me, them , you, her.