unname everybody, unname everywhere
(side of my house, yesterday, 4PM
cullprits: my neighbors kids)
(italian market, this night, 3:15 AM
I was trying to get pictures of bums
but frankly I felt a little shame)
life seems so surreal lately.
not in a weird art kind of way.
just...not real, yet not fake.
i've been happier, hence a
little more inspired to take pictures
tonight i went to the italian market
to get pictures of the sleeping bums
becuase I see them on nights when
i ride home late from work, but on
arrival, I felt shame holding a camera
pointed at them, when they were sleeping
on cardboard and concrete. maybe
though (i thought to myself) I was
trying to get an understanding and
realization rather than insult.
then my phone rang, and i left.
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I talked to my best friend in the whole
world tonight, very shocking to say
the least. I found out things he has
been upto, things I never thought
he would have to resort to
doing in any state of mind, things I
thought him to innocent (even at 21)
to do. but after hearing it, I should have
figured, you know? thats life. people change.
i know it must be rough, you're so much smarter than
your friends. rehearsing disasters and forecasting all your
needs. i dance early then got shy and had to go home early.
and may we all make it home SAFELY
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i feel drunk with words.
i shut up now?
more visuals soon
i am inspired.(?)
maybe only things realistic
nothing plastic or bendable
only things made of rock and
bone.
Skin and eyes.
Skinny skinny.
Naturally glamorous.
So naturally glamorous.
A couple cold hammers.
A bag of cut hair.
Say fuck a lot.
Shades of Dorian Gray.
So in like
in lost in
you like
a talking
cornfield.
So close
your eyes.
Explaining
colors
to the blind.
Every gesture.
God, licking
and spit gently.
Could groan
forever.