..let's fight and forget tonight
With that out of the way I plan on enjoying my life. Thank you mid twenties. I hope I live em up because I bet I won't see thirty.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
When I was Young I knew Everything
..Now all I know is that i don't.
I've been here for five years. Two years were Iris'. Two were growing up. We'll talk about the last one when it's done. As for Jappy and the women who've filled the gap; well, I tried not to slip but I can't be held responsible for as I look back everyone has had a piece of the light that She lit some ten years ago. Someone once said you only get three great women in your life. I personally, think you only get one which the standard is set and a list of others that embody a sliver of the radiance your Great One brought into you world.
I'm not Hemingway. This isn't the Great American Novel. I won't have lines of poetic justice stretching on for pages and pages. I can't imagine the rolling hills of Montana in a way that'll move or somehow create prose that'll empower your soul to endeavor to better things. All I have is what I do and this running chronicle of my life. I'd group us in this work but in reality you don't know me or what I'm talking about. I write this for the one's who can't, the disenchanted youth of tomorrow in a hope that one day it might stand the test of the digital ages and help one kid somewhere get through.
I've been here for five years. Two years were Iris'. Two were growing up. We'll talk about the last one when it's done. As for Jappy and the women who've filled the gap; well, I tried not to slip but I can't be held responsible for as I look back everyone has had a piece of the light that She lit some ten years ago. Someone once said you only get three great women in your life. I personally, think you only get one which the standard is set and a list of others that embody a sliver of the radiance your Great One brought into you world.
I'm not Hemingway. This isn't the Great American Novel. I won't have lines of poetic justice stretching on for pages and pages. I can't imagine the rolling hills of Montana in a way that'll move or somehow create prose that'll empower your soul to endeavor to better things. All I have is what I do and this running chronicle of my life. I'd group us in this work but in reality you don't know me or what I'm talking about. I write this for the one's who can't, the disenchanted youth of tomorrow in a hope that one day it might stand the test of the digital ages and help one kid somewhere get through.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Do what the eldars say..
...love em all. Trust a few. Fear None.
Last night was Bloodsport. We were living the golden years of our youth out on the cold cement floor and artistic ceilings of TAO like the force of a thousand storms. Words have weight but when something so fragile is uttered, the delicate balance it needs for temporarily can shatter. Just know that if you weren't us last night, you damn sure wish you were.
Last night was Bloodsport. We were living the golden years of our youth out on the cold cement floor and artistic ceilings of TAO like the force of a thousand storms. Words have weight but when something so fragile is uttered, the delicate balance it needs for temporarily can shatter. Just know that if you weren't us last night, you damn sure wish you were.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Saw this again...
...and I had to redo it. Man this shit is funnier than it was the first time around. Funny part is that I met the cats that did this when I was in NY.
Beer Fish and Assjacks.
Beer Fish and Assjacks.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
BX, Queens, Brooklyn, Money Makin' Manhattan
..was the best thing since cheeze whiz.
everything made sense on the streets of New York. The over priced subway rides, the unpriced street food, the free jams, the two hours of work put in to make sure they were free and the constant feeling of belonging while strap hanging on the subway. It made sense more than any other place has ever made sense for me in my entire life. I can say that now with surefire attitude. The cramped damp hostel, the open spacious fire escape that was my little corner of solace amongst the rage of bustle thirty feet below, the awe inspiring culture curated by best friends and friendly strangers, the churning masses of time conscious go-anywheres, the ruckus from the locals, the ever suspicious tourists who conceal their travel maps as if having one immediately made you a mark, and finally the cravings for Grey's papaya at 7am after a long twelve hours sitting with DV One, Tony Touch, Frank151 and the head of Supreme New York in a $5k a month flat. It just worked. It clicked. It congealed. It coagulated. It came together and now I miss it already. Pictures shortly.
everything made sense on the streets of New York. The over priced subway rides, the unpriced street food, the free jams, the two hours of work put in to make sure they were free and the constant feeling of belonging while strap hanging on the subway. It made sense more than any other place has ever made sense for me in my entire life. I can say that now with surefire attitude. The cramped damp hostel, the open spacious fire escape that was my little corner of solace amongst the rage of bustle thirty feet below, the awe inspiring culture curated by best friends and friendly strangers, the churning masses of time conscious go-anywheres, the ruckus from the locals, the ever suspicious tourists who conceal their travel maps as if having one immediately made you a mark, and finally the cravings for Grey's papaya at 7am after a long twelve hours sitting with DV One, Tony Touch, Frank151 and the head of Supreme New York in a $5k a month flat. It just worked. It clicked. It congealed. It coagulated. It came together and now I miss it already. Pictures shortly.
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