Tuesday, September 22, 2009

the doctor

I saw myself climbing out through the driver seat window.
It was the strangest thing to see in your peripheral view.
I was driving, so I pulled over to the side of the road.
I sat there for a moment, expecting what of the thin air?

It could have been an ordinary morning but now it's a morning
emblazoned deep into the grey matter of the brain itself.
If only I could find the exact spot where it lies I would dig in
with a scalpel or anything sharp and sterile for that matter
and cut it out while whistling a pleasant tune, light and airy.

What is it that we feel we are owed when our jaws clench
and the eyes twitch and the muscles in the neck jerk?
The finger tips and palms rubbing up against one another
with a rhythm that could only be described as maniacal
because there is something so unsettling and unintentional in it.
Not praying, nor praising nor begging then what says it?

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Undisclosed desires

Such an incredible song.




I know you've suffered but I don't want you to hide

It's cold in lovers; I won't let u be denied,
The soon then, I'll make u feel pure
And trust me, you can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

you trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine,
you may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine


Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Please me
Show me how it's done
Trust me you are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Breadballer

Breadballin' is a new sport I invented out of necessity, fun and madness.

And now, I.CAN'T.STOP.



you can do it in the middle of nowhere...



or you can do it in the city...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

good morning Sunshine

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Late at night we dream about the morning

I love the sound of the train outside my window
I think I am falling in Love with you
I mean, I am in love with you,
and I'm falling

We're going to watch the sunrise one morning
over our city with a beer in our hands
and cold breakfast burritos
shedding pieces of egg and cheese
on the tracks under our dangling feet

The beer was your idea
and the breakfast burrito was a bad idea
The look on your face after the first bite,
I can't believe you ate all of it

I'm sipping on the beer
but getting drunk off the air
You have a piece of something
on the left corner of your mouth
I think, kissing you would be perfect


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This, was an offering

There's a button you push
a door you pull down
a screen you slide across
and then you're in

Today bravery took me nowhere

There are books on the table
One that makes me want to die
One that makes me want to Live

Today bravery took me nowhere

Scattered around them, Thoughts
One that makes me want to kill
One that makes me want to save

The eyes never saw
if the hands never felt

Honesty is a sort of a sacrifice
Your hand, the knife
My lips, the wound
This was an offering

There's a button you push
a door you pull down
a screen you slide across
and then you're out


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Friday, September 11, 2009

The way I feel




"Ever since I began writing this book, which is completely devoted to the cult of a dead person with whom I am living on intimate terms, I have been feeling a kind of excitement which, cloaked by the alibi of Jean's glory, has been plunging me into a more and more intense and more and more desperate life, that has been impelling me to greater boldness. And I feel I have the strength not only to commit bolder burglaries but also to affront fearlessly the noblest human institutions in order to destroy them. I'm drunk with life, with violence, with despair."

Jean Genet from Funeral Rites

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

MAGIC




Filmed in Paris, November, 2008

Saturday, September 5, 2009

In dreams, emotions are overwhelming.

Life feels like all the good parts in "The Science of Sleep."

Yes, please.