i dont know why im posting all these pictures.

i just woke up, im awake now. todays important- its my birthday. i have 2 million bday slaves.

i use to be in love with this quote a couple years back. it has recently been rediscovered. its perfect.

"we may not always perceive the intricate patterns of our intersecting lives, but we can strive to appreciate each remarkable connection as it occurs."

also driving me nutts: titled space, i cant get this done. im a loose cannon

ive noticed that things are more responsive more dominant, when they are delayed.
ive decided to part take in a slower reactive chemical enhance endorsement. it will for the most part cause me to be much more ethical, ill become a righteous man. women. lady.
ha, im kidding.
i started work today on the plantation. well no i started my work orientation for aim high. i was a bit nervous, knowing that it was a waste, but still. my commute is about an hour, its ridiculous, being that if i still lived at 4th and geary it would only take a measly 10 minutes. so ive been upset about that, drives me nutts. however overall i feel good, i am pretty excited to explore this new field known as the working world- the working class. i feel like a new me, less passive.
i hate the loads of cologne that people use. im sitting on the buss, next to me seems to be a loaded mammal with the smell of...... well he smelt like a..i dont want to be mean here, it was...horrible.
so i just wanted to express my gratitude for the natural scent, thankyou natural scent, i love you.
i want to go to chicago, i wont. also i want to paint my room, im thinking arrows. everywhere. and post it notes. both post it notes and potato chips were made due to spontaneous impulses. its amazing two mmazzing inventions made on a whiff, by accident.
alright alright i must go to safe way now.

until then..
-carla

this is me bragging.

so. dylans playing drums with tom. im around somewhere waiting. i cant find the source of the music playing but its a case between a Spanish soap opera and two blokes jamming.

b1s rolling a joint. to smoke with shamin.

im here to her left and now dylans to my right and hes talking about

"the new generation of brakes"

he left, they left. i am alone.

i spent my morning at stacks. i ordered a breakfast sandwich. it had bacon, i hate bacon, so i gave that part away. no one in the world wanted the left over omelet, so its melting in the fridge.

this house is infested with pops. i feel like hes sitting on the couch with a coke in his hand rubbing his belly watching the simposons, or kim possible, or something pointless. im running up the stairs, or even im sitting here waiting for him to yell, "get off that thing" so i get off, and i spend the moment with him, both of us bored as hell. exercising our imagination brainstorming ideas, creating the next best book, movie, tv show, website etc.

well really the truth is when i smell cigarette smoke. i think of this, and my old neighbor tom.

the craze of getting larger, older.

[i made this for

my snail loving friend.
it s me and you,( im the llama.)]

congrats grad

the card i made for pea:

hello you,
ive been so sad lately. but believe this- my sadness decided to transcend into something a little more powerful. the lightness of things. i just started this book the unbearable lightness of being -milan kundera, and there was a particular passage that stood out to me
bare arms here ( i am now going to type it out for you)
"if eternal is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.
but is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
the heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. but in the love poetry of every age, the women longs to be weighed down by the mans body. the heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of lifes most intense fulfillment. the heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
conversely the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.

what than shall we choose? weight or lightness?"

"blig blag blog blug blag blog blugger"

mostly he left me to be with the sun
anyways im all by myself now.

holy fuck

ok here i got it, my perfect day

picnic
1.)baguette
2. strawberry jam ( not the safe way kind- I'm talking the real deal)
3. butter
4. ONE banana
5. a salad including lots of sand and chicken.
6. wine
7. i dont know what its called, but cheese. yummy cheese.
8, any water in the world that isnt evian.
9. bowl cupx2, napkins, utensils, large plate
10. dark chocolate (which i wont eat)
shopping
at pacific heights
1.marc just for show, just to see
2gimme shoes, since it seems to be a big deal.
3. aveda, i dont even know what that is. but i think ive been
dinner 6-8
baker street bistro 2953 baker st.
i really liked this place, until i saw the robert _________ picture in the bathroom.
this place had yummy everything, including asparagus, and the works.
art 8 930
southern exposure 2901 mission
well if you want to learn about the downfalls of technology and why it should be assimilated.
film 7 or 9 30 or 715
castro: vertigo @7 or 9 30
roxie: stacknight @ 7 15 or wild tiger 8 40
twinpeaks
well its a foggy night so you cant see shit
plan two
a rich mans backyard, contrasting the difference between nature and the city.

wide awake

music soul eating sleeping stomping stuff.
it has occurred to me that, it is very important to wake up in a way that feels.... that feels alive. otherwise you'll end up
like Oscar- a grouch.

alright then