Tuesday, July 29, 2008

IF YOURE GOING TO READ ANYTHING READ THIS

today i was under the influence. the influence in believing that i was a good multitasker with the utmost skill at picking and choosing how many things i would like to do at the same time. i am so stupid. those of you who know me know my deep admiration for letters particularly the letter "p"
today i was chatting on line with matt and he said something funny and i'm not blaming him as much as i should but i laughed and i had a yogurt in my hand and it mustve been really funny cause i jerked my arm towards my keyboard and splash went everything all over. so now my "p" doesnt work nor my backspace shift tab number outlet etc. i have to copy and paste the"p" when needed which is an exercise. .

SUCK MY COCK

Monday, July 28, 2008

hey jason its your birthday shake your bootie

i am totally dying.
can you believe it, the chocolate in my special k chocolate edition is now melted. like a malt ball of recycled ice cream whispering loudly yearning for love as it is drif t i n g a w a y.

oh no dont leave, if you leave i'll be alone and i would hate that. i dont get along with fear i'm a very logical guy.

i want to dedicate this to someone special.

"to be loved, certainly, is different from being admired, as one can be admired from afar but to really love someone it is essential to be in the same room with the person, crouching behind the drapes." woody


i realized that when i left and moved left and then realized it was dumb so moved over. the thing you want to remember, my dear, is that life has it's appropriate rewards. there's always someone out there who will remember enough to be a witness, so make sure you count what you do, and do it calmly as not to forget. m ward me and i will reward you with the best dance i'll ever give.

happy birthday to the biggest caca i know!

Friday, July 25, 2008

a response to your complaints

ok ok
finally (well not finally because i always had a hunch hint hat in the back of my head) last night i realized exactly what you were talking about.
the difference between going to a shitty pop feast and going to a good hole in the wall.
a wreckage in the back street an open space for people to be cool and away from the natural abundance of the cities bustle. it was the greatest thing to ever see. sitting on the ground with some new faces and listening to the music they played with their scratchy voices and humming chords.. i like simple i've always known but now i decided.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

celebrating

video streaming.

today after my dad came back from his romantic getaway with cristina he came inside my room and something i love about the way he comes inside my room is he always knocks to make sure the coast is clear and it's very respectable just like this country. i think he felt a little bad. because i looked like a rotting fly or like a dead razor blade fighting for its life with the remaining edges of its dull sword. so he asks me if i want a cold coke. and i hate this because he's such a coke head, and when we go to restaurants or those tiny tapa bars its always just coke coke coke and all i want is water or some fresh apple juice but nothing like that is around fast enough, so its just coke, which i like, but it makes me feel guilty. so i say no. and he asks me what im doing and i get all deadly excited, deadly cause I'm sick, but if i wasn't it would be plain excitement. i tell him about how i've been watching the office and weeds on my computer and he crakcs a joke. and i ignore it and continue talking about how cool it all is. yesterday i told him to rejuvenate my wallet with money, he laughed then ignored me.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

to be read while listeing to die romantiks "narcissit's waltz"

is it the dreaming that makes people nauseous? or maybe its the broad space or lack of. i don't know.

ok sounds fine in reference to a point taken. reading all night reading all day reading reading reading. and i cant get a job but i found someone willing to pay big money for my aupair services. he said i'd get the master bedroom and instantly my dad shooed the psycho away.

yelling there's trouble up front. yelling YELLING yellow.

oh how i miss something that isnt here. its a juicy mango. it's zesty pad thai with the kick of life. with the knack of spice. with people standing in line to get a taste of........ freedom. humor. humongous. tongues. waiting.

and me? i am one too. i am one to wait a while for something worth being cheeky.

what do you want today? everything i want is in sanfrancisco's belly.
it's too late? not when your the squid and the whale.

oh america, how i miss you.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

candid honorable mention

today part two: a secret attack. for the one i love. titled jason bwjhsdidjaja. i want to emphasize that every ambiguous post is bolded with your name.

i dont like making sloppy faces or showing everyone one thing in a clear way. instead its like a maze of self implication and walking down the street while starring at everyone's shoes. and then finding the one that matches yours perfectly.

today i remembered that time when we went to get tacos. it was the first time ever, just as today was the first time ive ever had chinese food in spain for 25 euros for two people with four cokes in a bottle for 7.80.

it's a very sexy dress for a very sexy party animal

the cringing sight of fashion. street fashion as a whole shitty field for smelly shit. it's the ugliest thing i know about. yes, i'm eating a lot today, i do it to feel better about fashion.

someone once told me this:" i like my fashion crass and ostentatious like leisure suit larry" i wasn't sure what to think of it.

the second i stray makes the second we're over. humor imposes itself on me. that thought really eats my ass, so lately i've been nameless. or a carla with a K. to cover the C though still it is persisting, like showers in the morning, like you.

I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I MISS THIS!!!!!!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

GUESS WHO


yes thats me, dead center, number one bad ass pitcher.

Monday, July 14, 2008

forcing similarites between you and fast food

what i'm trying to say is it's not bad to be careful. when you move slower you flicker. someone told me why thunder comes faster than lightning. sound travels faster than light.if that is indeed true than i would be thunder, i'd like to roar. the last night in barcelona was spent running in the rain with my hands up wrapped around me. the best part was eloping to the nearest mc donalds and eating a "con" with englands famous cholcolate shavings around it. i like how fries are called chips and everything comes in cheap sizes.

i have a very good feeling about it.

last night when i came home i spent tons time talking. it reminded me of how gradual change still includes sameness and gradual means over time, luckily for me time stops moving. im a practiced time travler setting foot in a place near by.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

coloring barcelonas head with face paint

its extra hot when you wear the same thing everyday and it gets a little wet from the beach but adds a nice grimmy edge. if everything is spelled wrong still follow.
going to parc guell today while passing throughlas ramblas and getting a juice for fun to feel fresh like ice melting. most of everyone left to see turkey and london and helsinki plus other places no one would ever think the name of. hstels are great for just this, the moving people with bright eyed fancy faces, wanting all these drinks and fun. here, a good time comes easily. just blink and yóu´ll notice the large blocks of color around you.

if you´re a world traveler i commend you ten times over, becuas ehtis toughness is the tough you only find in a dark ally way passed twelve. talk aboput being balls on.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

where do they go?

i feel less than boring and it's worse than my winning team loosing the super bowl. whenever i cry i feel like apple juice. after this familiarity i watch family guy on my dad's i touch. what are you doing right now, im always thinking this. today i went on a hunt around 9pm to find the gay parade with hopes to feel a little bit of home. i thought i found it but couldn't find it. i sat on a bench and waited for someone familiar to approach me and got up when i realized that nothing would happen. when i walk and catch someones eyes i can never tell the flavor. i went to vips and read some magazine and looked at compressed photos of america from the 20's. now im drinking yogurt with milk and for dinner i had both servings of rice pudding, good but never as good as tartines bread pudding.

me and pops on a good day:

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

a jet lags

here's a better picture

Just learned a few new phrases and different things that correlate together. The thing with over here is with out legs life would be impossible like dragging yourself across the city with your arms. I saw that movie with Natalie Portman and the antagonist from no country for old men it was about the painter goya. Last night I had a horrible dream relating around history and there were guns shooting paintings. I woke up at two and pretended to sleep till four until I could not take it. Today I walked an hour through my neighborhood to reach the street filled with tons of people drinking. My first and last drink was a margarita from hard rock café. Dad said here, happy birthday. I took the metro all alone heading to the reina sofia museum.
I only liked the paintings by miro because it reminded me of b1 and our reincarnation of one of his colorful shits. I was too sleepy to look around so I sat on a bench in a garden and thought about how my six euros went to waste. Next time I go I’ll need a partner like jeffrey’s dad juan carlos. Since he’s a painter he knows everything—you have to have experience to talk I’ve noticed. Usually when I say something half of it is wrong. I had coca cola in a bottle and it was so sweet it reminded me of mexico and jason’s fridge, and ken buying it at el farolito. I miss el farolito by arlo’s law firm on 24th and mission. He sent me a message titled hola Espanola. I replied saying bien bien, how’s life.