Thursday, March 31, 2011

Charles Bukowski interview

--What is your definition of love?

Is kind of like,
you know,
when you see a fog in the morning
when you wake up
before the sun comes out
It's just there a little while
And then it burns away


Burns Away?
It's just...
Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality...

Monday, March 28, 2011

Dimethyltryptamine DMT

\'Saturday 7 am.
I’m sitting alone on a skate ramp in the back of the heaven house watching the dew and mist enveloping the green valley below. 

I just smoked DMT.

At first I hit it and Jordan told me to hold it in so I did, and then I hit it again and at that I fell the fuck back…. 

In the beginning I saw all these little rows of shapes outlined in white coming at me against a purplish primarily pink backdrop; triangles, circles, stick like thing’s, too many to process. I fell on the bed,

Friday, March 25, 2011

graffiti helping humanity across the world....

Find out about the movements and how to
 donate by clicking the artists' name

Lisbon, Portugal

(Bedstuy do or die baby, Porkchop and the snoocher krim's old hood)


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Organic Quinoa casserole with basil, bell peppers, asparagus, onions and garlic

1 cup Organic white Quinoa
2 cups of water
1 vegetable broth concentrate packet (I used the one intended for 8oz of water even though I'm using 16 oz. so the flavor isn't so overbearing)

Rinse the Quinoa, add the water and heat until it begins to boil, and the vegetable broth, stir and reduce to a simmer for 10 to 15 minutes, or until the white ring forms around the grain.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

A rant about life, love and progress..

           It's a crazy thing thinking about the future. It's important to have goals, work creates function, it creates character; but, it's not up to us what happens really. If you notice the causal relationships in your life like I do in mine, then you'd probably see how there's no way we could have predicted the path of connected dots that has gotten us here.
           It's a crazy thing thinking about the progress our world has undergone in the last 200 years since the industrial revolution, the creation of cars and airplanes and trains and nukes and satellites, telephone wires, fucking space heaters and submarines; it's crazy to think about the 3 reactor debacle that's happening in Japan right now, potassium Iodide sold out at every store and clerks telling the panicked public they're not allowed to order more.
          If you didn't know, people are buying Potassium Iodide because it prevents our Thyroid from taking up the radiation from the surrounding environment, and essentially fucking up all of your metabolic functions. I heard the shit has been sold out for years though, so maybe it's not in account of the fact that it is said that the radiation around Japan will be greeting the West Coast, how timely depending  on the airflow.
        Everyone has a little less information than the next guy, it's likely we'll never really know what's going on until it happens. In my opinion it's better that way, it leaves less room for uncontrolled minds to run rampant. I'm not saying spit blindly into oncoming wind and hope it doesn't hit you.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

                            Playing with photoshop  photo by Sean Richardson

Karma is the balance judging
But life is not court and you won’t win from grudging
So quick, run and tell the others
while your balance is off
it's not safe to be lovers

Just remember you can’t sue for the blues
So breathe deep, solidify your structure
This electric heart muse
needs the option to rupture
and with no attachments to lose
I’ve abandoned all clutter
I don't fear the bruise
because I'm fine in the gutter
in forgetting results
and releasing the cover,
We unlock deadbolts
and prepare to discover
the unpredictability of new paths
new lovers
and since no reality lasts
we can only be transient in others

So if its all destined to fade
why not open the shudders
let the sun in a bit
watch it burn down the shade

Sunday, March 13, 2011

archiving old writings

Caution killed Desire and a Faded Glow

If you ask her if she understands
you'll find she speaks loudest
with the touch of her hand
she gives what she needs
so they never demand
trading true feelings
for what everyone can stand

leaving the diary tragedies
to drown on the floor of the ocean
it makes for lighter travel
without the weight of devotion
so gone are the sunsets
once painted in pure emotion
while those energetic times told of progress
the aftermath rewound us in slow motion

These days she says I'm always alright
we're all trying to get swept up in obsession
without the burden of connection
but passionate love is a blinding sight
so whats wrong with a little deception
I can still feel if I squeeze pretty tight

so it's okay to just fall in line
step by step with all the other robots
racing by loves' maze of mines 
cause everybody has got somewhere to be
there just isn't the time
to pause, collect and see
that the castles they're building are so far from free

And this place punctures like an adrenaline injection
in this schema everyone has to keep moving
slowly losing direction
speeding by landscapes
with no space for intuitive heart selection
amiable boredom is bought and sold
while rings grab fingers and settle apprehension
they annihilate all question concerning future rejection
leaving true love to rest catatonic and mute
the concept of an elevating connection
becomes too foreign to mention

so when you meet her
she'll accept your version of fine
with words like your insides are as black as mine
and don't worry baby I've seen worse crimes
when you find her she'll go with the flow
bearing caution killed desire and a faded glow

she was born into a swamp of toxic blood lines
and since her 20 year escape from that fatal vine
she's abandoned emotional pursuit
with callous bred insouciance towards attachments that bind
structural stability has demolished cloud nine

Au Pairs "It's Obvious"