Freedom
this is an awesome bar. I wonder if it actually exist. Or it might be a private bar.
this is an awesome bar. I wonder if it actually exist. Or it might be a private bar.
my room may someday look like something like this.
White clouds so thick shaded us from the
warm embrace of the sun.
motors boom and grunt pass us.
the smell of coffee and bake good filled the temperate air.
a smile across from a table.
lightly and without order the sounds of laughter and chatter reached and touched us.
a part of every stranger inside of us.
come my way and I’ll hold your hand.
kiss your lips and listen to its speech.
her long black hair dances with the wind
plays with my eyes and my heart.
the cool touch of the table became moist and warm.
slender and gentle looking wrist
lips slowly touches the cup
eyes become shut— carefully, full of freedom, pleasure envelopes her face.
people shuffled to go and to arrive
attention towards fulfilment and consumption.
captured by merely glancing from a table across.
— The Old Man and the Sea
Every person is a mortal, what makes a person immortal is not how many crash, bashes one survives, or how many bullets lodged in one’s body, or the unnatural undertaking of one’s physic. It is the person’s words, ideas, emotions set on paper with ink, freed from the heart and mind, that makes us immortal.
For the poet, the musician it is pleasing to hear it so beautifully put.
For the writer so elegantly organised.
Speak with the mouth, have it come from the heart and the mind.
my working desk. Taken with a Polaroid
LA public library.
Books turns me on. Girls with books turns me madly in love.
— Me
What my spring break consisted of. I do not remember much. Well, what I really mean to say is that I will leave things out; whether purposefully or not is up for debate, just not here.
Eating Easter themed chocolate. I’ve been eating these bastard for more than a fucking week now…
I wrote… never letting anyone see. I just wrote.
as none of the above mentioned, or from here forth is in any particular order. I went to SFMOMA with Charlyn. At SFMOMA they had my, while not my type writer, but the same model, cool.
and I read…
