i’m quite a fan of slang terminologies, but there’s one in particular that i just haven’t/cannot come to terms with: moms. ie - “i’m back at home, livin’ with my moms” or “my moms is da besstttt” what the fuck is that? how many moms DO you have, exactly? i’d like to know. & i can say with utmost certainty that there are a lot of...
it took me until leaving it for an extended period of time, to really appreciate the sunlight soaring across the hamilton sky before sinking where the horizon of grass meets the twilight. and these passed weeks as i watched a man die in his wheelchair, i wondered if he, too, only appreciated the smell of his wife’s musty perfume beside him in bed when the last breath he drew came from an...
so far today, i've thought:
1. my on demand bill will be in soon. i’d better make sure i have $500.00 in the bank 2. why are there bacon bits on my keyboard? 3. lil’ red, you so fly 4. why do i treat god like such a vending machine? how do i prevent this? 5. babesbabesbabesbabesbabesbabes 6. suck the rock, californ-i-a! i’ve got nada…and the warm weather. soo… 7. should i purchase this box of...
some shakes, ain't it?
totally ranting/self-loathing right now. whatever. don’t burst my functioning blorgosphere of doom. sometimes i wonder how something so beautiful, liberating and healthy could also be so damaging to a person’s spirit: mine, namely. i mean, here i am with a bunch of convictions in one hand and a map in the other that has come equipped with a clearly defined route on which i must travel...
we hustlin' !!!
i wanted to write something epic about this, but i’m too tired and too excited. i knew that i was a part of something special - something so much greater than myself - when i was a roadie for invisible children and that has been payoff enough. this though? this is just whipped cream and sprinkles. this is a portrait of dedication. fall 2009 roadies, advocates and supporters - thank you...
a beautiful reason to wear your seatbelt. srsly. →
everything's alright. but nothing's okay.
this has been routine for months now; this hyper-awareness about the life happening all around me. i find myself tucked away in escalated corners, staring out of windows and down onto the moving people on the streets or in parking lots. there’s nothing profound about the scenery, but i’m seldom paying attention to the scenery anyway. it’s the anatomy of life that i’m interested in, and the way we...
the things hungry bellies do
there’s only one way to consume a krispy kreme donut. & if you don’t have the proper equipment, you makeshift. & if you don’t want to share, you lie to your friends, tell them the donut box is empty, and eat 1 dozen in 1 sitting yourself. i’m not fat.
creativity, come in plz. until then:
americans, this is legit →