May 2012
2 posts
Snapshot
its 3:18am, but that doesn’t mean shit to us.
the combination of collective association through time is roughly 57 years, but it feels like youth sitting in my backyard.
The weed smoke blows, the city lights still glow, and the wind lightly rustles the trees in the background, nature’s ad lib to the music softly emanating from my laptop.
There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
Free Information-The Secret Everyone Knows
My mom wants to open a Bed and Breakfast. Who wants that? The randomness is amusing to me, but underneath her smile, i can detect the true longing and desire in her to actually have it-not the Bed & Breakfast, per se’, but rather the idea or the knowledge of truly having something-not just having it but HAVING it. Owning it, building it, caressing the idea, nurturing it, feeding it the...
April 2012
1 post
Sit Back
Grab a beach chair and sit down, sit back, and relax.
Admire the view. Light up the blunt, be mindful of passerby.
Off in the distance, just below the horizon cast by the New York City skyline, a fire rages as the Meadowlands burns. The plume of smoke rises to the heavens, a dark bridge rising to connect to Heaven itself.
I inhale deeply, hold, exhale. Spit. Sigh. It’s been a long day....
November 2011
1 post
I would write you a masterpiece, something that would resonate within your soul and spark your fancy, that would at both times consume and elevate you. It would be an effervescent literary melody that would cease to exist as mere writing as you lay eyes upon it, and instead transform and shift into the algebraic expression of your life. And you would wonder at it, be drawn in by your curiosity,...
August 2011
4 posts
A Lifetime Within a Second
The thing one always remembers most vividly about days like this is what one was thinking before the impact hits them. In my case, (and dont worry, ill explain exactly what the “impact” was in just a few lines) i was wondering how the hell i was going to make it to class on time, what with the gargantuan city-sized blocks standing between me and my destination-my bartending school....
Anonymous asked: what made you come up with this??
Projecto Uno, tell me what cha think
The Darkroom
(Inspired by Daniel Orozco’s “Orientation)
Welcome to the darkroom. Please refrain from introducing yourself, names are not allowed because everyone here identifies with despair; there is no need for individuality. We have an unknown number of rooms, this is because people constantly arrive and build their own out of the shambles of their previous lives and furnish them...
