you wouldnt allow it

DONT BE A DIRT BAG,

WASH YOUR FACE!!!!

and a song for after you rewatch my vid.

talk about total inebriation

8:47 AM
me: hello
sister

praxsmiles: hello sister

elements of joy round ll

making use of meshed footage in rome

le gran pelicula de carla uriarte en febrero romano from caca uriarte on Vimeo.

the intertwining of identities is one of the largest reasons as to why I'm feeling so good right now. here on the floor with the emma´s big dog self slapped on top of me.

a homeless man who made his own museum using basic articles married with witty captions, and i call it the best man who deserves it. so i placed one euro in his donation box but all we had was a phone so i promise to get better photos for round two---and now eat your heart out:





























the good thing about feeling like you're stuck to a person is you really get to make a lot of music. or watch them make panoramas and 360 degree planet shaped photos.. its easier to get excited about it when there´s someone pushing it to you. and those are just a couple of reasons, though without boring you, i could go on.
currently addressed a new schedule to feel more daily completeness: since today forced me to wake up early to return a bike which attempted to lift us both i got to eat an ice cream for breakfast.
took a large sandwich particularly forcing sun rays at ¨fontanta di trevi¨ got up because the un friendly police man asked us if we wanted sunscreen. apparently its impolite to lay on a national whatever whatever. but i was relaxed. i walked too many miles bought an old italian coin for four euros--- now heads decides every move and tails means no. there is a chicken key chain and when you squeeze it an egg squirts out and it exploded though according to the coin its good news.. i watched a very sad movie titled ¨the counterfeiter¨which is related with jews and counterfeiting money to survive but still being heroes. i felt scarred and couldn't go to the kitchen alone. then i was reminded to draw the old lady who jumped on the bus with a pounds load of confetti on her hair. i did just that though transferred the old lady into a curly haired women wrapped in a tight fitting leotard made to express her infatuating big belly. and now my lips are very chapped because my mouth is very thirsty and since i am still afraid to go to the kitchen i have no th ing.

for the heck of it:

Dear Fuego, i decided to dedicate this to you and your raging watered clitoris.

and more smokes to come!
bonus:
the song of the night for all you VDAY SUPERSTARS:
¨german love¨ by starfucker

first short-cut figured out

looking out my window wanting to be a part of it but then contemplating exact thoughts immediately. what i want is to write like arturo bandini. the swaying of his sense seen through first person easy fashion without trying though psychologically feeling failure. all at once i want to, or ....

then i felt a little tired and it´s not because i was working hard being that Ive never been good with tremendous effort. there are days when weight lifts over me and that's as far as an explanation goes. i felt an urge to get indiscriminately drunk and within my fingers tingle i was open... being ready means to flood full force i´m stampeding to his house knocking on the door --- i owned the entire miami. it took five tries to get any attention and i stumbled a few words together magnificently.

¨look here! you know what i do i take this little book with me and i hold it real tight pretending that i wrote everything inside it¨
don't discriminate so hard, at first i wasn't aware of where anything was going. tendencies confuse readers. loosing habits means gaining charm.

you know you're in the middle of the real deal when you notice they still love you after you've poured an entire bad mood over their heads, including a bottle of water- coming from your mouth not just a virtual public humiliation but the real deal. when you feel alright and they do too you know its something special so lets commemorate it. . they see nothing but the sun shining through your ass.. that's the real kind of love I'm telling you. it feels so sweet.

i thin k im manually artistic, wont you agree?

feeling like you just gave blood or something?

credits to:

-my evian bottle-professionally cheap and here beside me refilled and refurbished.
-people who just whip it
-tremendous evidence
-the opposite of insurance raising
-actual jest
-knowing you'll get a move
-our all time favorite artists
-and the picture is--------
-sleeping well
-and a new art


a seconds cut in half and you realize this isn't what I'm looking for where is the spam? you're back again and you feel it. I'm walking outside but first i get on the elevator and i do this thing with the doors where i open the release using only two fingers. once I'm outside i say the same thing--every time: it´s not so cold today. little do i think about except either wanting gellato a pizza or suplee. if ignored i keep walking and maybe ill enter the metro which is a little dirty but im the kinda person who wont mind. im making noises i´m surrounded. we sing a lot. its not the best but theres a song in my head and it jumps around and today the circle of life moved over and he could have momentarily cried about the entire feeling. i would never, and that's the difference. were making mojitos --since four. its already 6:36=18:38 if you minus two from the 8 in the eighteen then you'd know its six and that's why i hate how Europeans take time. id rather jack off then always having to subtract two from everything.


three more things:

1. im cold
2. studying history of christianism makes you wonder
3. what would we do without women.

elements of joy PT 1

if little else, read this and learn more about me.

why?

not?

ignoring rap music? sounds like someones denying their little future. subordinate clauses clashing my suburban. party in a mouth?

maybe most people feel sorry about hypocrisy but what else can make you feel good? when it throws itself at me i cant even see it. there exists the old rotten carrot that you never could eat.

you couldn´t decline a step like in the middle of a coaster feeling. and you're on your knees climbing the whole way reaching the top wasn´t feeling ordinary but rather serious- inner- swooning. non romantic. you cant talk about it in that sort of way. though the steps were sheltered under wood you still feel the intensity of moving through history-- of jesus´actual feet, blood dripping under you and even if you weren´t spiritually righteous you're hit.

i did that yesterday

a sip of apple juice and I'm back to ordinary. we couldn't find any but i told a story and he just ignored it so i was like what?? today i did other things less religious. i halfly refused to go to ¨the baths of caracalla¨. but without fail here i wass melting over the yet remaining lateral mosaics layered over old dirt. I'm thinking even more now about how time differentiates itself with me.

i look ,
up

and out come individual thoughts on how i waste time
being impatient and thoughtless.


the definition of ¨ruins¨ stands all around me.

Tom Robbin's once said that if the world was any smaller we´d all have to get on a diet.