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[Dec. 14th, 2008|11:48 pm] |
szarlotka (charlotteka) is polish for apple pie. !!!!!
another awesome thing to feel good about myself |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|09:25 pm] |
i'm in poland
investments are buying fancy panties and socks
it feels nice to say that things in another continent are treating me well and the people i have encountered are able to express their love for complicated and well rehearsed forms of art, whether it be scribbles and cross hatched madness on receipts or, like this minute, sound studio recordings after two nights of punk rocking in 8 year old Poznan squats. my drawings are splitting 40/60 in lightness to darkness, doing well. berlin is full of kids getting wasted but i still sink into my computer to play emulators and having taken command of a camera have fallen through the lens to see graffiti big and small and the textures of condiments piled on messy metal works.
i'm gone for now. |
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| frogs. |
[Apr. 18th, 2008|09:32 pm] |
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It's raining, and shit isn't getting done. i feel like i keep waiting in NOLA to leave with my friends that i'm just going to lose everythings i have again. it shouldn't take so long to get shit done when there aren't people holding you up. all these trivial things that should have been done long ago...should have been done long ago. i need to turn all my moneys into euro so i don't spend it anymore. i'm fucking hungry damnit. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|03:23 am] |
well i'm in nola. mardi gras is filling up the streets with vivid people and nic-nacs.i'm working at a swanky little bar restaurant as a cook. pays well and all my friends work here. art is seeping back into my brain, not as fucking drunk as i used to be, that past experience made me a sort of handicap unable to spit a full sentence without holding the words in my mouth like i would air underwater. i'm saving up dough tough.
i have to close up shop now. i work the grave yard shift, 10pm or 7pm to 5am...it's alright. i get to hang out with the 5o'clock krewe at this shitty dive bar called 'the john'... |
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| someone something. |
[Nov. 6th, 2007|09:48 pm] |
| [ | fair well? |
| |  alone. | ] |
keys to no where but
a couple of years into info
maybe home
they are all so drunk.
bright yellow churning me
taking me places farther
but only so far.
touch my leg, and his too.
kiss his cheek,
i'll think of you.
come down from that chilly city
bring down to warmth
the nights are too cold. |
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[May. 23rd, 2007|11:46 am] |
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just fucking kiss me! |
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[May. 9th, 2007|01:59 pm] |
times these days crumble about my toes
the past and experiences shattered
as if i am all just me and nothing more
ugly grins turning about
bitter spit burning all that was left
my heart is at my feet
big puddles for feet
there isn't anything to look at anymore |
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[Jan. 11th, 2007|10:40 am] |
I work at the abo's on 28th and Iris now and i'm living at my mother's house. I don't like living there, I can hear the people above me having sex.
I guess my traveling has stopped for a little while, i need to ground myself and make some money so i can leave this place and never come back! I am going to Austin Texas within a couple of months to live there and also help out a good friend and get him back on his feet too, 'cause he's getting out of jail soon *praying* |
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[Dec. 19th, 2006|01:33 pm] |
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I'm back inside boulder again. Like life will always be attached cause i' m a lazy whooooo!!!!. There aren't many of you people out there listening. that's good. i wouldn't mind keeping life terribly simple. The crease that i stretched onto the right middle side of the brow is going away, to easy here to look angry. |
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| D.H. Lawrence |
[Dec. 3rd, 2006|11:58 pm] |
| [ | fair well? |
| |  copy cat | ] |
| [ | Train noises |
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Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!
Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!
Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck! |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2006|10:20 pm] |
slipped through the borders without any problems, Bayta the dog didn't even have to show her papers!
Buffalo New York.
This city is cold. the frozen earth cracks and breaks splinters into a small coal black furnace. This is a huge squat, i can see my breath downstairs. Debauchery leaking off the walls but we still hold our cushions together, quickies, feeling the quiver under my belly. Everyone is busy and I'm tending to a fire that warms no body. It's so silent outside between axe heaving heavy sighs and the trees just giving into it all, like the freckled back. The sleeping bag leaves little holes in the corners and it's to cold to reach over, so far away! The ice is all over it's the kind that just blows straight through you. We need more warm clothes i keep tearing out zippers and sewing them onto heavier hoodies. She keeps sticking her little feet out shoveling all the cold in. My liver is in such pain that i no longer am able to throw myself into the bubbles and burning nose hairs. Cheers kids. |
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| The new one. |
[Dec. 1st, 2006|07:16 pm] |
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Well people, this is the new livejournal that I have created. hoping that it's not going to be me ranting about boys and how miserable life seems to be everytime my hands lay across the keys. Mostly about my travels. I have 12 months before I have to go back into school in america and I hope that I get the hell of the continent before I'm forced to settle down. Hoping that this setting is better for my friends and will be able to tell you folks better stories and such. If you guys were my friends on the last one then you should be my friend on this one too. i miss you kids and i wish i didn't leave my cat in battle moutian nevada, i was in a very weird position in my life and i'm sorry i had to bring it on to shu and i really hope he's alright too, and if he's dead, i hope he killed something and had a full belly. I hope everyone is haveing a wonderful life and all that shit. Peace bitches. |
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