channeling in:

LISA FRANK POLYCORNS!

but i insist, i must explain!

it happens to be one of those days when i see everybody, including myself, through the wrong end of the telescope.

the reasons for this: last night, approximately 12am, this morning. i recieved a special invitation to move slightly left. while shifting, i felt realized. automatically i decided to catch up, with style, which at any rate is a nasty thing to do. but thats probably junk. ahhh, people are, as i feel, sstalking in and out of my life with considerable frequency,like so many ants. it is annoying. and according to my vague, usually right, insticnts. i must give self liberation a chance. ready go!

a years worth, of work:

"open the windows, it might help out folks"

im looking for a phil to hang out with. a phillip matter of fact.

dictionary.com and its god damn advertisements

Carla,

Dont get mad at me....didnt mean to be mean......was just being sarcastic in my own stupid way......hey i like the way you are, and I want you to remain happy without the lies of course.

Dont get me wrong, I was just spouting a general statement of wishing my daughters to be computer scientist....thats all....has nothing to do with you..

Take it easy.......

got a gotagota gota

dammit

"why the fuck did you pull out that pot inspired rant of yours from SOMA. Sure it was kinda amateurish, but I loved it. Put it back up, hurry... lest i start forgetting you."

oh plus, guess what. tomorrow im going to get started on my mothafukin gluebook, be ready world!

oh , heres some photos from the other night:

"meditations in an emergency"

oh praxis

how i miss you!

not flushing

old buddy talk:

chances are your dreaming of me right now.
ha
im kidding you.
im modest.

topday i checked out the christian mcbride band. location: a small venue in half moon bay
tone: soulfull funk.jazz. hip. lard ass.

it reminded me a lot of imagination. as i was bumping my head for what felt like two days i realized that its best to day dream in this sort of live music funkfull jazz smazz atmosphere. then i started thinking of things to say to people. *up down up down clap snap wooo.

ok so i thought of this: hey?
(they look) hi, me again.
wait wait let me type this better

me: hey?
(they look)
me:hi
it:can i i tell you that im using the magic eraser ?
me:can i tell you that im burning the ice berg?
look can i quote everything you say
it:sure
it sucks i really want to be with you
me:ok im ready
it:ready for what
me:i dont know
what cha think
it:about what
me:about me being ready
it:im actually getting really annoyed




So I was interviewing this girl and had to ask her this question: how many golf balls can fit in a boeing 747. Mind you, she had 10 minutes to arrive at this answer mathematically without wikipedia or anything else.
Guess what, the poor girl gave me that look you always give me, you know the llama in a headlight look. It reminded me of your face. Suffice to say, I lost my cold composure and laughed my ass off. Thanks a lot kiddo. I was suppose to play the bad cop.

Here's me poking your chubby cheeks "bing"

KW

connecting creative minds across the universe

shit outta luck, like a penny.

im sorry about your keyboard

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.

i dont know why im posting all these pictures.