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.