decadance

can i tell you how much i miss college?? my friend wrote this.. and i fucking LOVE it...

here you are..



one last stab at decadence

(a last gasp)

the final attempt at expression
necessarily preceeding the demise
of the mother of invention…

(the murder’s only evidence:
a slow vibration, diluted
until its effluence is lost among the stars)

maybe, in another thousand years,
the blessings and curses temporality imparts
(in shallow curves and terrific eruptions)
will bring about a return to pure innovation;
a truly human renaissance

or maybe, the gravity
from whence we came
will gracefully reclaim us…

(as you bask in the glow of being,
know too that such brightnesses
are framed by shadow)

there are depths like a separate dimension,
there are hellish heavens placed among
the million tiny points of light,

(stellar bodies that speak
in slow vibration)

their voices
swallowed by the vacuum…

(they are decadence’s last stab
at the night)


“the million tiny points of light”



-b

sayin' goodbye

the entire universe goes towards complexity... i was told as the mosquitos bit my legs and feet..

really?

i'm slightly imparired... infected with a raspberry sickness.. and all i can think about is decreasing disorder.. and the complexity that we are supposed to be moving towards... & this process makes me wonder how come i end up where i started?


ahhh the pain that saves.


& afterthoughts...

100% de AGAVE ... and strange experiences with smashing people... friends... and friends fo real.

the more blood the better...




(cease)

"you cannot blame the moth until you've seen the flame" - Rumi

my greatest love & saddest sorrow (always has, and never will)

how come i end up where i started?

truths.

forgive me, i did not know what i'd done.

a slow ripening fruit - forced to be sweet- soft
too soon & perfect timing.

making a most luscious momentary pleasure.

(and how else can it really be?)

last chance

so i packed my bags and moved from gregory goodrich of the third accord and moved on to cypress street with two pretty ladies and a lovely cat named bonkers. my bar buddy yash was so kind to help/watch me pack the last of my items. we cleared everything out and took a photo by christmas lights. it was fun.

summer is salacious.

Harley.

 

Harley. i miss you man. I hope Germany is treating you right. you will always be one of my favorite scorpios.

 

 

 

gahhhh

so, mr. gregory fucking diamond took this photo of me, i ran into his house feeling mayhem and he just snapped this shot... and yea, its me.

thanks man.

your lighting rules

 

t i d e s

she's back



and i felt her more yesterday......

impatience

the picture is never like the view.





(the view is always real.)





relish in the picture, wait for the view.