a thing called new york love

He saw her in line from the other side of the room. He noticed how fluffed her hair looked. It looked as soft and sweet as cotton candy. He brushed it off because, as usual, she was a pretty woman in manhattan. You can never think too deeply when it comes to New York Love. He went about his business, tending to trash and overflowing coffee pots. The line began to get a bit lengthy, so it was time to unleash...the LINEBUSTER. Linebusting is nothing more than the mentality of destroying the line of customers as quickly as possible, in a great fury of efficiency and witty co-worker tidbits. He began to pop brown paper bags like a seasoned supermarket clerk. He served customer after customer with the usual bread, sweet, drink, napkin flow. Eventually, he got to her. She had eyes that smiled and a nosering like a minature sun, shining with those eyes. She began with a turkey with avocado sandwich. He asked blankly if that was it, half assuming that the order was over and so was the momentary nirvana. She added a bag of cape cod chips. The meal got better. Then, with a cute half smile, she said" ...aaaand a chocolate chip cookie, please." He picked up the cookie, put it in the bag, and gave her a smile. She knew it was in humor to her appetite and she said nothing, but smiled in reply. He jokingly asked if she would like anything else. Coffee was a necessary requirement, of course. A large with skim milk. He was impressed with her appetite, and she sure wasn't shy about it either. He got her name. It was ellen. It was anticipation ever since.

i love you
i love caressing your hair
i love the way you look at me when i say something stupid
i love your mind
i love that we never argue, we just agree to disagree and eat cereal afterwards
i love that you dream more when youre awake
i love that you motivate me without motivating me
i love getting on your nerves and then kissing the frustration away
i love protecting you from the world's morons and aggressors
i love being in the sky with you, high away from reality

too bad we dont know each other.....yet

its late so i have the right to say whatever

cant help but wonder where she is

sunday boredoms and blahs

sometimes when i sit at home, i think about my current action. what am i doing with myself right now? sometimes i wish i were doing more things of value. there are so many social events of which i could attend, but why lie to myself in thinking that i would be entertained in the slightest? somehow, it is possible for the human psyche to be more at peace not doing a thing. of course everything should be moderated with caution, seeing how the old saying of too much of a good thing being bad for you is actual factual in most cases. i wish i could muster enough commitment to go to a dc rally, or to go to that indie concert that just ended in williamsburg. i think that main part of this issue is not what we arent doing, but who we arent doing these activities with. why not gather up a squadron of fun crusaders and scour the tri-state area for pure benevolence.

or i could just not be making any sense right now and im mummbling on and on and on and on....et cetera

freedom

Free speakers
Free minds
We are not enslaved to the mental cage, doing time
In the colouring book of time, we draw outside the lines
To blur the protagonists of the day
While making their daily endeavors visible in the third dimension
I see in, through, around you
And you see in, through, and around me
In the same light
Because our minds think differently
Yet we feel the same way

world premiere

of my award-winning poem, entitled 'girl, i want you'.

if you have a life and an opinion of your own
girl, i want you
if you have multiple tattoos and they actually mean something to you
girl, i want you
if you have a curly afro
girl, i want you
if tofu doesnt scare you
girl, i want you
if you know why simpler times lager is so special
girl, i want you
if youre down for actual compromise and not just hustling me
girl, i want you
if you know you have style, but dont brag about having style
girl, i want you
if gossip makes you do the 'someone farted' face
girl, i want you
if you HATE those gladiator sandals that women are wearing now, and you mainly stick to sneakers and occasional flats
girl, i want you
if youre down to go out, but also down to light up a doobie, eat chinese, and watch movies
girl, i REALLY want you

if this isnt you, its all good. i'd probably still want you, but ill always want her a little more.

a case of the mondays

a lot has been going on, yet somehow nothing has been going on. i recently did skateboarding stunts in a music video. sorry my friends, but i do not know the name of the track. all i know is that the name of the band is underworld, and apparently they are hot shit over in euroland. last monday and tuesday, i went with two young and eager french directors, producer gaetan rousseau, and some really talented actors and production workers. it was a fairly small crew of maybe 10-12 people. first we went to a couple spots in manhattan, and then we went to a black cowboy ranch. in queens. i swear by the trident of poseidon that queens is the most random place on earth.


chris and claire relaxing for a little while


lauren, dreaming of jay


black cowboys, dun


the bossman


gaetan cruising


laurens necklace. i was tempted to shoot boob, but i fought the overwhelming urge to be perverse


laurens finger after she hooked me up with some mature grey in my hair




the CHRYSLER


spartan tats

after that we ended up in amityville, new york to trash a motel room, eat big ass burgers, and take naps in a well ventilated black van. pretty good case of the mondays.