juxtaposition

everything ive got:

taken:currently this is hanging somwhere. where? in my room.
i really like it, i made the frame and everything.

living space.

the philosophical discourse of modernity. twelve lectures.

role role role role rolling on these roles..



"hegel cannot obtain the aspect of reconciliation--- that is, the re establishment of the disintegrated totality- from self consciousness or the reflective relationship of the knowing subject to itself. by having recourse to the intersubjectivity of relationships based on mutual understanding , he fails to achieve the goal essential to the self grounding of modernity: thinking the positive element in such a way that it can be overcome by the same principle from which it proceeds- precisely by subjectivity."

i really like this one.

its kinda funny.. you know.

ratatat

deciding: i think im moving to oaktown for a while.

theres this nice little music room that ill be living in.

anyways its great here, babas right upstairs, b1 with her stories, and toms mindset on how to be a free bird. its complicated anywhere else. and plus i have a month left of summer.
a month left of moving along before i have to become the next thingamajig.
i have a confession, its real serious. if you are in my life, and if some things seems to be unclear then come ask me. ill tell you. easy. most likely i really like you, and itll all end up disappearing.

that aside. a formal thanks to the big k w. for giiving me a ring this morning.

i was just like "ken, i know your in the Philippines, but you know buy a calling card and buzz myass." 7:37am BOOM. victory, i miss you. come back. to america. homeland. security. driiive. snoooooooze.

emotionally my head hurts. due to sporadic urges of the truth my la trip is now cancelled, and postponed to next year around this time for kat k s grad fad mad night. wild and crazy. victory.
woo.
i found out a lot today, it seemed to come quite easy. all i had to do was relax for a bit, listen to blunders of silence, close my eyes- and boom. victory. re occurrence. on and on.

i feel good about THE GRAND SCHEME.
and therefore i am ready for a milestone of coldstones. its cool, like a cool off.
if it is indeed impossible i would like everyone to tell me one thing. just that, that's all i ask.

pause and reflect for a moment.....

ok good.
now were ready.

FOG GET ABOUT IT

wednesdays lessson

dear everyone

thankyou for everything

love

carla

plan a

slowly I'm finding that all to often i notice myself being swallowed into the world of metaphors.
metaphors- preliminary meanings - turning objects and notions, into one big blob of flowery language.
is it important to veraciously apply such language into my everyday breed? well painters, that's what painters do.
piles and piles of metaphors stacked up, greeting each other with a hello
you see i don't want to get into that.
uhm whoopie's singing to me right now "you got it"

its this sickening thing that I've grown accustomed to, the english language, which provides us with rules and differences on wear where were blah blah....
it buggs me weather whether, mourning morning.
hello! do you follow?

i guess im throwing this across the table, the idea that we're (past tense) once this (ours)- later turning into anothers that.
or even something more significant. one second your finding yourself falling into a can of tomato soup and the next blink your digesting some henry matisse. who knew, not you. again you're never fully aware of the next big step nor foot of action, big leap, flying chair- saucer through the sky. we're silly, always worrying about the conveniences of right now.

now plan a. i haven't got it yet.
but its ok, for its summer, i still have time.

this is what happens

J.

m broke down its a killer
who?
well, killer- bad metaphorically speaking, of course. i could be here for days..
no who broke down.
the m its a train do yo uknow her>?
you are ridic
no im ambiguous and home, so i guess forever doesnt mean forever now does it.