somethings out of joint

AND because nothing's ever short enough everything's long enough to mean something. when all else fails i remember the blurry haze of sanfrancisco's brisk . it's squeezed apples in my mouth . someone calls this procrastination and i call it luck. or scream CHECK IT then look in the mirror. or do everything opposite for two hours and yell FINISHED when done. i celebrate with a burger.

ten million people tell me to wait. ten million people say nothing. when i get lost in a choice i just go. right now that's what i'm doing. last night we went to cafe paris and danced in a puddle of someone's spilled drink. when walls are painted red the lights are dim and killing a fly is almost impossible .

eating two things in one second

i havent been lazy i've been busy. feeling really good. today i met with danny who i met through lucas. danny runs ramses, which is a bad ass place to eat but only if you're lenny kravitz and filled with money. if that doesn't work then there's always plan b.

madrid is surely a wonder land
in winter it eats people
while they're
walking
so.. no one goes outside
i don't know for sure but this is what
i hear.
right now it looks like this
very beautiful?


i fell a sleep right on the grass next to someone with a beard eating
fruit with a pocket knife reminding me of
bradford
though, only for a second.
mmmmmmm
i woke up like harry potter and my nanny's name was anna.
walking down those stairs made me realize
two things:
a. construction and scaffolding two of jason's favorites. he describes it as progress.
b. mama in manila

so, in conclusion i've learned everything i need to know on a tuesday. luckily, today's not over it's only seven o clock.

caca post those flickr pictures.

yesterday before bed or the night before that as i was almost to the first second of sleep i was thinking about writing something that went a little like this. tell no and then i was no concentrate no and no .. it was thoughts followed by a complete repetition of the word no. i cant get it back fully but at the time i felt represented. im hungry.. with no food. and i read something today that made me hate burger king and even chicken nuggets. "and no matter how much someone smokes, it will never be enough. "

i you're ever out in the dark of the night and see this guy wandering around coming closer. t ru st me when i say walk the opposite way.

not knowing anything or everything at the same time

eating everything means eating a hot dog and pork chops. sometimes i say porch chops, usually i say that when referring to food. i am humbly aware of the difference. when you fall out of it it's better than falling into it. i don't mean that. falling in love is a fast thing that can be compared to speed or some say coke. for me i wouldn't know. neither. when you want me to meet you at the park i'll be there twenty minutes early. it's enough time to prepare a perfect position. to think of the look on my face. the one you will quickly see. to catch a first glance is just the same as catching a baseball in the catcher section without a mask or glove or hands and just feet.

"todays the begininnig of the rest of my life" i woke up read that and knocked down everything from my walls. and cleared all my documents. erased my old screen saver. ate a few different things. and listened for once..

chirstmas is coming.
here is this to get you in the modd for everything above:

what's eating you?

i couldnt stop laughing when i read this

HONEST TEA FEUD OF MY LIFE

jasbyr caca face just told me about coca cola buying out honest tea and even though im all the way here i still shat myself with awful amazement. typically my instincts shouted traitor traitor! but now that i am one article older i am clapping my hands with comic relief. (not so comical)

READ FEBRUARY 25TH, IF YOU DONT YOU ARE NOTHING

HONEST TEA LINK HERE

i am the speaker and robert frost is the poet

i spent my entire last year forcing UN identifiable negative thoughts down my dry throat . first i felt that she knew nothing about the word data or and. anything that wasn't globally justifying didn't matter. in a way this threatened me. she would say things like this isn't a nationwide youth trend this is a root in time. i would be sitting there thinking sleep. anyone who doesn't believe in free rice dot com doesn't believe in me. and ever since then i noticed myself failing miserably. last night i felt different. as i was sitting between the conversation of four Italian speakers i saw myself reflecting on a poem titled "be me or be yourself" i never heard of it before, but made it up to fill my mood, with good thoughts, on the positive effects of language barriers.

november eighth 2 thousand seven,
yesterday as he was taking a crap, i hoped on his computer entered his inbox and read what the popular cultures been warning me about.

best thanks to zek

i miss my caca

it's true.

DEAD END

add me as a contact and you'll have me for life.

i am a little disappointed. i cant find an english dengue fever song and i want to remember that time in the car in LA. people can see someone and think scumbag. people can see me and think victory. these are the motivational words i tell myself while washing the dishes. usually i like it dark as it creates a very distinct atmosphere-- one in which i imagine myself in the woods. there's a lot of things that i've promised to do though haven't done yet. a motivational banner saying "go! go! go!" flyers with t he correct pronunciation of my last name -URRRRR-Y-AARRR- T E. it's not easy to say things so hard. anything with a B usually makes me sound super sanFranciscan. super supper.

look what i found its been a lucky week

announcing the publication to the introduction of myself

interests:skipping songs like skipping rocks and then ironing all my clothes and then washing everything. hanging far from all complaints on spilling. i like talking to anyone who can reciprocate with the same speed. or tries and sounds good anyways. usually though, i wont care depending on the variety infront of me. contemplating on all grammar rules-- one's to follow ones to break,, or never knowing.. in my head lately ive been talking in spanish. out loud english . if it's something i like it's something i can't get enough of. usually otherwise it's easy. sometimes you cant tell. no backspace means no error. just like side effects e x plo din g in all directions. sticky fingers all over my keyboard . not good at it but will be good at it. "it" is known always. im into drastically reduced things that start with letters K-A. anything not in, wont fit.

dont lie to a liar

for a while i was watching donnie darko, until it got real late and i was close to the end where that guy died and the girl died and i couldn't take it. i started watching the office and then this video on procrastination. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXziurFkQxM
it's fine if you dont like it, but i do. it's been very hot and lately i've been very hungover and on a streak of too much fun. fun comes in giant dosages and is followed by a slow period of eating cereal by the electric fan, and keeping cool with iced water, or just settling for plain .

eat your ass

Now feels like a month in a space ship with miko’s galaxy music laying on my radios half dead speaker. I haven’t been holding up due to my missing p. it takes forever to cope with missing things. And every time I look at my keyboard I remember it and end up feeling worse. Today I went in a moot direction and he told me that I have to play a game called choice a or b. right now I’m heading more towards a but b’s are always better. I haven’t decided but still I know.
“I’ve never found clowns amusing”
"you’re a clown”
"sometimes
maybe mroe often than not"
"yeah thats what i like about you'"
"i like everything you represent"
"i like everything you feed me"