Balls and Bondage

It's been a while. I still think about you. Things are chaotic but the rush keeps it interesting. Some say I'm consumed. Perhaps, but I'm ok with that. I've been busy, but a sense of nostalgia brings me here. to write. to tell. to vent.

I'm saying goodbye to the old me. Or is it the young me? I'm not sure. But this new me has an intense need to fly, float and be free. I was talking to a friend that at some point made my stomach turn. Today, he  makes me sad - he's lost and comfortable. With no lane open for take off, he's bonded to her, the rent and to a fear of living without passion.

It takes balls to fulfill your purpose. Heavy balls and it's not always pleasant. More importantly it takes conviction and reprogramming of subconscious thought. It also requires detailed attention to what the mouth invokes. Words are so powerful; they're beautiful and scary. Speak carefully.






     

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Animal feelings

 

a wild living room.

photo by: Di Mora

art director: yours truly

makeup: Allison Nolan

Animal Feel

♥♥♥

But what if you fail to love? imagine that. No love leaving me or no love in me?

I believe that would change the entire premise and love's infallibility lost. Not showing your dearests how much you love them and ignoring to hug them tightly, that perforates love causing it to run dry. Mea Culpa. Oh no, not by me.  

Love is life's wire. It gives flexibility when dealing with others. Resistance to our surroundings and to all things breathing.  It shapes your smile and strengthens your heart. Love what you do and it will continually produce more in you. Seek love and give love, that will build a life frame that will never fail you. Rather, it will protect and comfort you when need be. Smile, hug, kiss and act with all the love in you & it will come right back.  I promise.

Love starts with you, me and we. Treat others with love, always. 

Love,

me 

Just letting you know...

#girlcrush

go now and live

Jeanette LeBlanc 

when you enter my flight.

 

My fingers want to type. There's no topic in mind but something is always going on; go ahead fingers, speak... Today was shit. Man what a waste of day, ugh. Only thing worse than pollution, is a toxic feeling. But the other day wasn't. The other day was good. 

I fancy when something is worth visiting in thought. If I had my way, I'd go back and discreetly do a thing or three differently. I didn't because why again? Not sure. I thought about it. I assume it's due to internal conflicts.

Your face is slightly deluded, but not the message. I wish I could stop proof reading the signs and gestures. Whatever, it's a rainy Sunday afternoon, the time my girl tendencies are most intensified. I told my girl, she thinks its confusing. I am confused. My other friend thinks I'm bipolar and dumb. That too is a possibility, especially when it rains. The funny thing is there is no conviction tickling my feelings, it's just floating in a Cosmos of personal journey.
  

 

keep shinning

Day in, day out you're consumed. By work-him-lattes-her-it-they-you-nothing. I assume it's a sign of movement/productivity. But then, somehow, the pause button is pressed and everything is still. Well, more like a halt from your exhausting dream-chasing-race. Your heavy breaths and swollen bones whisper, listen...take it in.


You reluctantly obey and notice the people and things that call your name no longer reflect the same light. Truth is, neither do you. You see, somehow you got off their wavelength and now they want a ride on yours. your light has range and intensity. Slightly overwhelming but that's not your fault.

With clarity you see that you are alone; with the exception of 3. Maybe 4. True bonds are based on understanding, not emotions or offerings. The capacity to understand your inner complexities, goals and stupidities.

I see you, you see me, we understand the groove. Let's shine.


Note: mad love for those who take the time to enlighten.


Light Graffiti

Running Around

ROB PRUITT - PATTERN AND DEGRADATION

09/11/2010 - 10/23/2010

For Pruitt, this is the position of the artist: an unbridled human, indifferent to convention and with every avenue open to him - each possibility equal to all others.

No other way. 

One Love

I'm reading this book my girl gave me. It's not part of my usual selection, but I take recommendations from those who have something valuable to say.

Granted, I initially grunted at the predictable exhortations and over zealous proclamations of female empowerment -currently asexual due to numerous disappointments with both genders-but then Madame Dr. said something.

In my words, (naturally) respect as a person able to spear a cause, is earned by being disarmed. *Funny, this contradicts the beloved bitch/prick. But then I witnessed the two states and realized being disarmed grants you strategic agility and freedom from excesses.

In love, friendship, passion, and especially in the world, be disarmed. Without the heaviness of tension you create not destroy & build not jeopardize, all while radiating poise and elegance.
One love. That's it.


Artist: James Joyce

float

girl crush #2

Long Gone...

I've been awfully consumed with new elements in my life. Some may call me self-absorbed. If you define it by ambitious & reluctant not to exhaust the slightest opportunity, in which case I'm the poster child for self absorbency. Waiting for my check.

The only thing that makes me anxious is being absorbed by the establishment. The thought of having boundaries inundates me with helplessness. People often are defined by what they do, but to define one self in this light is a sign of a fractured self image. Confined to a title or ruled by an imposed paradigm would vanish any imagination, and then I would have no more self to absorb-how boring. So maybe I'm over indulging in my surroundings, and not in myself; I need to go beyond the norm to delight in all the possibilities my world will continue to grant me.

Sorry if any alienation occurs, I can't slow down, not even for you- (exception to the rule)

PS: see you if you get there.

Snow

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makes me want to never eat again. But in a good way, naturally.