a love letter for christmas.

to the memory of my feelings: in winter the warmth of a tenderloin grilling by a rose with your stubbles set aside i only have one choice-- and that is to feel you. your shoulder blades, play as a shade-- covering a warm feeling.
they are warm daisys lasting in the dessert a taste of chilled ice, and pepper jack cheese squishing up on over that dried out asparagus.

one of me rushes as i am taken away by a multitude of endless gratification from the transparent infidelities of my makers lost brain. i own only the few signs and aspirations left by your shadow as you were laying your piece. a flaking suns set, setting up before the milllions of mushrooms and lilliputians.

since you like to save the day-- you save away.
i can not resist the race. or the taste- the imperceptible sound of covered breathing, or an empty feast, a wanting beat. my heart rushes as i miss you.
underneath our sheltered little shack gazing beneath our blanket of rocks lays the definition of broken mouths gasping. here we cry, as we try to escape the lungs of earth.

wishing you a happy christmas, from us to you!

ahh!! the freshness of that eucalyptus tree, smell that green scent, eat all that barbecue sauce as your pot roasting that pork turkey. nothing sounds better than all the above, and you know you want it. every last inch, as your driving into some new cheeks for a nuzzle, and a good time. its fun to be you on Christmas now aint it?

dear sanfrancisco,

I MISS YOU LIKE THIS:

and here's some more about me.

most likely, this is the best wall i know. i see it when walking to tartine, and sometimes school. and i want to paint it all over me.

this is miko,hes a nice guy. he makes great things that are nice to eat and explore. but maybe not eat just look at. sometimes touch.

i like to call it halla-ween

i think they might marry.

this is prob. a horrible picture for one of us. but really i love it, nikkie at times thinks i'm invisible, i was begging her, but no, she doesn't pay attention to picture taking, and i lover her with all my heart.

this is my desk. it really keeps me busy, and ready for business time.

oh no. im a goner.

except this is a prop.

Every time a problem rolls around I remember my first one. Wanting to meet cee-lo green, the grandfather of funk. It was not a fair situation, and has gone down in history as nothing more than nothing. There it remains great. Probably no one in this large city can acquiesce to my ideas of promoting a long lost holiday. I used to make so much up getting lost in it and not wanting to jump back into the realm of reality. When it comes to the ladies circle, frankly what is realized is the sales of pies, cakes, preserves, aprons, and other homemade goodies. I don’t know much about anything I don’t care about, since I lack the motivation to participate in anything I consider bullshit. As frustrating as this may be, it still for me, is fine. Anyways I would hate to fight about it. My hero is a man who has many inventions. Inventing things we need, I cant even begin, since I haven’t dreamt of any new ideas. I want a full forced inventor who can make me plenty gifts. I also admire the American Eskimo, since he packs the heat, in an ice box, and can live within his own homemade shelter, so can JD Salinger but he wont leave. an American Eskimo leaves to catch fish. Also they are cute and COMPLETELY loveable.

so what now?

i am interested in the interesting, that is the big large ones, not particularly anything you're thinking of, its like someone sticking an ear in there mouth and feeling bad about it. do it and don't care. i like that. i see this on many mammals walking around with brown center folds of large mangos. it's the same, if fish realized they were swimming they'd probably drop dead, and that's why i shouldn't think about walking. also i am interested in someone who has good ideas but finds their ideas uninteresting. this interests me, because it seems like the hidden shadow that follows me when no one else is around. that doesn't exist but i pretend it happens. probably though, as it seems, not a lot of people are really there. i enjoy you all. and theres a lot more to it. sometimes he likes to talk about the little thing he reffers to as ferromagnetism i never understand and prefer to talk about dates. then i sign on to google talk and wait for ken to show up. he never does, i'm a goner. like last night when i was nearly close, i fell off the side, and my man saved me. he's good at helping me out and buying records from amoeba, currently we've been overly enthused about sufjan's "Illinois" hit, and to be even more particular, i particularly enjoy track seven titled "Decatur" if you dont want to purchase this hit, then simply follow this

.... you are now in the promise land.

the`real deal.

me and my faves

dear ms. johnson, i miss you very much.

dear carla,

thank you for the penguin joke and the carla note with the carla syntax. i can hear your voice in my head when i reread it even months after i should've responded. thank you. thank you. so, what's up? senior year. are you hanging in there? i can't imagine what you'd have to reminisce about regarding me. but it's sweet. so sweet. i miss mission a lot. i had a dream recently where i showed up there for work. one of those dreams that you have because some part of your soul has forgotten that you've made a big dramatic move to a far off place and then you wake up and ask yourself in a confused existential voice: where am I?

where are you? i am here. at the moment at my parent's house for thanksgiving. happy thanksgiving! when i'm in charlottesville, i like to be in motion. so, i ride my red bike all over town. there are trees. there is one that you can climb in my little yard. i am writing a lot. often on my little front stoop with a big mug of coffee. in fact, i am starting an mfa in poetry in january (which was a secret personal goal i've had for a really long time). so, i'm finally doing it. how's mission? are you freaking out about the future or keeping it cool, in spite, of the senior stress and hype?

miss you,

ms. johnson


On 9/1/07, carla uriarte wrote:
good god that took forever, my replying skills havent been on their best behavior.
hello ms,. johnson.
really great to hear from you,
we reminisce about you everyday.
i swear to god, the other teachers are soo jealous and sick of it, sick to the brim, but we all, even carmen, all of us, insist on going on and on.
its funny to see people after so long, all these make overs, new clothes, morals.. the works, the planted image of so and so in your head, has definitely expired.
school feels a little... weird. surreal, perhaps.
things are a little dry, dry in the sense that its bland. flowing wise. theres this man in ms. comps classroom. i went in there the other day, to investigate, i felt i was in another realm.

sanfrancisco has soo many trees that every single person can claim their own, i dont know if virginia has that same luxury. ha

oh and heres a joke

-what do penguins do?








-break the ice, hi im carla.


nvm about the edit. it was stupid. i realized.

ok.
have a wonderful day!
carla

chance #3- attempt thrice- a grand slam. it'll hit you.

it's feasible- a passionate way to defend our achievements. achieving a 10 not a 10 minus 3. age ten. there's a hero at our hands clearing the road freeing all the tormented bikers and their aggravated sways. the peddling of the vast-- unattainable ideas, discreetly i'm throwing words at you.
to the defender of the hopelessly flamboyant- my asian persuasion, you're cooking good looking and i want to be you. you're my reserved arrangement of perfection-that omnipotent force. as i am idolizing equality i realize that you're nothing more than a skimpy looking hot piece of the next big it. who can compare?
a ten instructs the heart. trapping emotions. like a jam packed car crossing the border. peer in on it. you'll see what i mean. i'm talking celebration- columns to explore, constitutionally being able to smell the stench. and i like his conceit. he's so conceited that i'm feeding frenzy,he's looking heat, smoking in on the sun. it's the organized cant from within . the well washed hairs - stumbles of stubbles- the biggest thing to form an alliance between us. this is why, i beg you, to shave.
hey ten, you're knocking them out. clearing grounds dry. you re pouring insight on this and that who and when. clearly you're always right.
or not.

when you are realized, you'll come home. everything's around. the feeling is gone. it is so gone that you'll having nothing left to do but go through the motions. nothing. how messy. how funny. how boring. i told you so.
so maybe it is a 9 that you'll want to be, or maybe even something moderately lower. with no aim in mind striving for perfection will only be a strive set alone. a case set match. a quick win. an end with no escape a final say about what's ego and what's not. ejection.

a week in a nutshell:

i felt a little ridiculous, for i knew ,that you and i and the space between us, felt the same clash of affection.

i don't even know I'm just taking a gander.


(for excitement and emphasis)
i love collaborations.

"belonging equally to, or shared alike by, two or more or all in question: common property; common interests. "

this is for you

putting myself in a vulnerable positon.

oh my, this is real embarrassing. you know those short breaks on mtv, the barriers between the end of a show and the start of a new . there's this small promotional space in between.
lately they've been doing these weird band things, whereas they intertwine music while giving you a sneak peek on the latest it- thing to watch. so far I've noticed rilo kiley, the beastie boys, and now tegan and sara.
these little tunes get stuck in my head like no other. i wish i could describe it better. but just for the sake of everything. i love this one. i can't get over it. and i mean, come on, listening to these girls, is kinda a bit.. embarrassing. none the less, i love it all up and down and over.
give it a chance!
http://tnsplusmtb.imeem.com/music/1lAx4bFS/tegan_and_sara_back_in_your_head/

oh, pops, you're such a killer

From: "Vicent uriarte"
To: llookmiles@yahoo.com
Subject: RE:
Date: Wed, 07 Feb 2007 18:34:24
didnt you see the message: it said something like; carla you no longer
talk to me and have no time for me so instead I send u a video in the hope that
you remember that Hey! you do have a father....and hey! his out there
somewhere and hey! it would be nice if you talked to him once in a while
hey!
From: carla uriarte
To: Vicent uriarte
Subject: RE: Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2007 09:22:42 -0800 (PST)
dad did you send me that peter bjorn and john video???
are you vicent 999????



From: "Vicent uriarte"
To: llookmiles@yahoo.com
Subject: booooo........its me again
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 19:47:03 +0000
hey did you breakup with your boyfriend! Is that why your sad? Open
the champagne bring on the band, sing aleluah and why not, go ahead and
jump up for joy! wishful thinking ha? Anyways cheer up my love, remember when youare
sad all you need to do is look the other way and there you'll find happiness.
by the way spoke with B1 today about your baon, you should go to B2s and ask
for it. I'll talk to her about giving you two weeks of baon at a time $60
so you dont have to go there everyweek. As for past weeks Carla its your
responsibility to get it every now and then otherwise you loose
it.....remember baon is for the bus its for food in school.
Let me know if this is a problem.
>From: carla uriarte
>To: pops
>Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 11:21:22
im a little sad right now, its pretty hot in this building.
theres not much to do, im just sending out emails, here and there to
pass the time.
who are you today?
i am, as ive decided to be a jedi mastermind, running away from the
miniature star wars legos that seem to be taking over my braincells.
but anyways please keep me company for the seconds, i will soon to be
melted away.
todays weather, a slight frost, sunny skies, overall - brisk

a foreign land

sometimes it feels like this,.


china,
give me my man back!


+oh and here's a gift to make everyone feel- a little- better!
http://all-things-go.net/ATG/Cloud_Cult/tpain_cloud_cult.mp3

hello hawaii

http://www.flickr.com/photos/basoko/

chase a million pieces over there.right here. hear me?

there's something that I've been thinking about: one person forms an alliance, that one turns into two, and without distress you have both transpired into a collision of one . while in the process of making and creating an everlasting bond. you notice the crumbling of the general malaise around you. it's like that time, when you felt younger than i, and you realized that chance is a word and the meaning of a lamp and the reasons for these names will always faze you. the real reactions for each passing sigh and each back up fact full of pun can no longer appreciate your intentions of anything good. you're a pessimist knowingly enough that there is no longer any reasons to move. but it's ok because there's always online scrabble, bubble baths, ideas, fridge letter magnets, the home made, everything you love, and most importantly there's him her his and hers him and she he and i we them us they those over there. the one. ones. all around you. i . me. except. feeling good. though i do, feel good.

to followers of the american dream!

you are holding the flame, you are almost there, suddenly you notice yourself missing a smalll tiny dot. i am your puppet master, holding the complete package.i have everything you will ever need in your entire life plus beyond and more so forth -far- crazy glue- etc etc etc.
heres that dot:

my good friend tammy just moved to Vietnam, though we never got to our peak - this is my little way of showing our potential: POTENTIAL. i am jumping in the air holding signs. they are notes expressing my absolute - admiration- for her art, thoughts, and conversation. tammy you are my hero! keep living the dream!!!

and something even more exclusive.

Hi Carla, I need your zip code that you put on your application with
the
bank I guess it would be your house......so I can transfer money....


>From: carla uriarte
>To: pops
>Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 21:54:35 -0700 (PDT)
>

>
>
>
>maybe 200 dad, you know 100 a week.
>please >>>>.........
>please.....
>i mean i'm going to be stranded.
>come on now
>ill pay you back when i move to spain.
>
>
>---------------------------------
>Got a little couch potato?
>Check out fun summer activities for kids.

as far as me and you

bonus:

slightly, i was lucky enough to receive a special book from a special one. it's actually the coolest thing i own right now, terminally beginning, back paged written reforms, crafted to its peak, non sequentially ordered , like a beat.yes. just like that. here's a sneak peak " one reason Helena and i would never be close friends is that i am about half as tall as she. people tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. it means i am willing to go the distance for you"
yeah you like that? i too enjoy meeting up on weekdays.

amber alert

folks,
if you have sent me text messages- phone calls- voicemails- flowers, or any of the following- or anything you can even think of(via cellphone,within the past couple ah days) you should know, it hasn't been received. my poor old 646..... number is no longer in motion. however the good ol handy 794.. is fully up and alive.. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. i am now going to reunite with my ma in Hawaii. also by popular demand,including ap, i will now incorporate the usage of apostrophes into my everyday, lingo mingo jazzzz.


ok
all in all
love
carla

i ate a double bowl of cereal, just now.

what the hell, why would you ever send me this

Popcorn addicts risk lethal lung condition, doctors warn
By Leonard Doyle in Washington
Published: 06 September 2007


Popcorn, the favourite snack of millions of Americans, can cause a potentially fatal health condition known as popcorn workers' lung, an alarmed public is discovering.A love of microwave buttered popcorn caused a relatively healthy 53-year-old American to develop severe breathing problems. The cause of his illness was tracked down to the microwave popcorn he loved so much that he would inhale steam from the bag as it came out of the oven.

The link between the man's illness and popcorn was established by Dr Cecil Rose, who had been dealing with popcorn workers' lung for years as a consultant to the food industry. "I said to him this is a very weird question but bear with me, are you around a lot of popcorn?"

"His jaw dropped,' she told The New York Times, 'How could you possibly know that about me? I am Mr Popcorn. I love popcorn'," the patient replied. He had eaten buttery microwave popcorn at least twice a day for the past 10 years. When he broke open the bags, after the steam came out, he would often inhale the fragrance because he liked it so much," Dr Rose said. "That's heated diacetyl, which we know from the workers' studies is the highest risk."

Dr Rose found levels of diacetyl in the man's Colorado home after he made the snack were similar to those in microwave popcorn plants. She put him on a microwave popcorn-free diet. Six months after his diagnosis, the man has lost 50lb and his lung function has improved.

Synthetic butter or diacetyl inhaled as a vapour has damaged or destroyed the lungs of hundreds of workers in the food industry.

to j,
dont be mad.

love,
carla

popopopusssas!!

i ate some Colombian popusas today. i highly recommend it to all you big- hard -large -heavy- buff -meat eaters. or even, i recommend it to you small, shit faced, little tiny, twigs; the ones who cant even get to point b with out whining. all in all i recommend- Colombian popusas.
not only is it fun to say, but its fun to eat!

channeling in:

LISA FRANK POLYCORNS!

but i insist, i must explain!

it happens to be one of those days when i see everybody, including myself, through the wrong end of the telescope.

the reasons for this: last night, approximately 12am, this morning. i recieved a special invitation to move slightly left. while shifting, i felt realized. automatically i decided to catch up, with style, which at any rate is a nasty thing to do. but thats probably junk. ahhh, people are, as i feel, sstalking in and out of my life with considerable frequency,like so many ants. it is annoying. and according to my vague, usually right, insticnts. i must give self liberation a chance. ready go!

a years worth, of work:

"open the windows, it might help out folks"

im looking for a phil to hang out with. a phillip matter of fact.

dictionary.com and its god damn advertisements

Carla,

Dont get mad at me....didnt mean to be mean......was just being sarcastic in my own stupid way......hey i like the way you are, and I want you to remain happy without the lies of course.

Dont get me wrong, I was just spouting a general statement of wishing my daughters to be computer scientist....thats all....has nothing to do with you..

Take it easy.......

got a gotagota gota

dammit

"why the fuck did you pull out that pot inspired rant of yours from SOMA. Sure it was kinda amateurish, but I loved it. Put it back up, hurry... lest i start forgetting you."

oh plus, guess what. tomorrow im going to get started on my mothafukin gluebook, be ready world!

oh , heres some photos from the other night:

"meditations in an emergency"

oh praxis

how i miss you!

not flushing

old buddy talk:

chances are your dreaming of me right now.
ha
im kidding you.
im modest.

topday i checked out the christian mcbride band. location: a small venue in half moon bay
tone: soulfull funk.jazz. hip. lard ass.

it reminded me a lot of imagination. as i was bumping my head for what felt like two days i realized that its best to day dream in this sort of live music funkfull jazz smazz atmosphere. then i started thinking of things to say to people. *up down up down clap snap wooo.

ok so i thought of this: hey?
(they look) hi, me again.
wait wait let me type this better

me: hey?
(they look)
me:hi
it:can i i tell you that im using the magic eraser ?
me:can i tell you that im burning the ice berg?
look can i quote everything you say
it:sure
it sucks i really want to be with you
me:ok im ready
it:ready for what
me:i dont know
what cha think
it:about what
me:about me being ready
it:im actually getting really annoyed




So I was interviewing this girl and had to ask her this question: how many golf balls can fit in a boeing 747. Mind you, she had 10 minutes to arrive at this answer mathematically without wikipedia or anything else.
Guess what, the poor girl gave me that look you always give me, you know the llama in a headlight look. It reminded me of your face. Suffice to say, I lost my cold composure and laughed my ass off. Thanks a lot kiddo. I was suppose to play the bad cop.

Here's me poking your chubby cheeks "bing"

KW

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