Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Despite mentally crippling rumination ....

We find that the 'soul' or 'ego' is plastic.
We see the projections of ourselves in others / their creations .

If there is a reason we (or Maybe just its me) are lucky enough to see the conditioning, refinement and, management of the soul through the senses....perhaps the souls is worth saving.

Seek redemptive capacities and enrich the field /  profess love/ gratitude .

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Lookit how I'm living

By the morning, their inhibitions had left. They'd driven halfway across the state on a whim.

What was most revealing perhaps? The indifference they felt toward each other, father and son.

banal discourse would follow. In the end, neither one could profess enrichment.

Where had they slipped?

Thursday, October 15, 2015

"sick wasted"

In the morning i dream of losing it all

in the afternoon i dream about driving, skating, hitting the beach, working

at night i dream about wine and fine foods.

to me, if i can attain a sustainable supply of red wine, butter, steak, fish, coconuts, music, and now perhaps some oil(s) - it feels like I'm at home.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

and to you!

Everything i dispose here seems to become my reality soon after.

sooooo.... lets take a moment to give thanks.

Thanks to my parents and their unwavering version of love and tolerance for my idiocy/naiveté
To my sister for cracking the lid on that new wave genre all those years ago. [could not have made it without it]
To my fucking car. That thing kills off road. Also, glad i never drove it into a lake like zach did with his 328i.
To my lithe and nimble physic. Being tanky is nice, but being a ninja has always been my aspiration.
To my handful of mentors. They boosted my technical prowess, my eye for aesthetic and, overall....my voice.
To being born during a technological head-boom. Very cool time to be alive and furthermore healthy.
To my mental facilities. I gotta keep going for all the folks i see that can't move/speak/hear/see.
To the perpetual state of battle. Sometimes i feel like I'm on easy street.
To the kitchen. I true microscope of human emotion, character, ethics.
To the drove of animals and plants I've eaten in a lifetime. All very tasty, a few rare ones not.
To youtube. I get all my best nostalgia there.