Leave It to Fate?

“In all impossibility, possibility lies grinning devilishly in an undiscovered crevice of the earth. In a world of chances, happenings and journeys, lies fate. In a sea of faces and miles of road untraveled, I cant help but wonder where and when if ever, and by chance you will come.”

Its another day, and I begin to think about all I’d do if I could. I love the natural world, and just about everything intrigues me. I want to learn about movement. I cant help but ponder on why we move and how we interact. This planet is a strange place and everything here has a small door that leads to somewhere I want to be. The complexity of thoughts and ideas take me out like the force of a strong wave in the Pacific. Its the only ocean I’ve bathed in, and in some sense it has cradled my being since birth. Its also forced me to wish I’d have studied oceanography... 

I want to just walk...admiring ancient architecture while being completely enraptured in a mindless conversation. I want to dance on a pretty street in Paris, under a moonlit sky full of diamond lights in a peach colored dress. I want to taste the best coffee and smell the sweetest flowers. I want to build a house in New Orleans, with a huge porch and a giant skylights. I want to listen to a love song and tap my bare feet on the fresh wood. I want a tiny pig.. just because I love piggies. I would name it June. I want leaves.. all around me. I want to jump in leaves and crunch them with June. I want June to follow me wherever I go, even to the bathroom. I want to dress up.. yes of course with June. I’d put on a silly hat and pretend I was going to a royal party where we’d sip tea and talk about prestigious things. I want lots of sour candies. I love the feeling when your tongue tingles. I want to inspire and aspire. I want to be all the things I’ve always dreampt of while being admired for all the things I’ve never done. I want a beautiful soul. I want it to hold me tightly squeezing my bones. I want to adopt a child, a small innocent and beautiful child that knows nothing of my hopes, dreams, fears and longing. I want someone to write about me, as if I was a mythical creature that never existed. I want someone to read this, secretly. 

 I’d love to pretend I’m not scared. Of death, and roller coasters. They do seem to have something in common.. once you get on you can never get off. I don’t like the idea of finality.. the end. I wish emotions and experiences could last longer. I wish time wasn’t an elusive bandit. I wish I’d have known the people that created me. I want to understand my shape, my physicality. I wish I could bring you back, I’d tell you of all the things I dream of. I wish you could see where the world is now even though you might be frightened. You’ve missed so much, and I’ve missed you. I’d like to know what you’d look like now, how you’d have lived your life everyday and what we could have shared. Memories made and days gone by, everything fades. Color turns to grey, smooth turns to wrinkled, and day turns to night. The curtain comes down, and life goes on. 

A Timeless Classic

Isn't it hard to catch up on something that's already out ran you? Yeah that's my life, and in fact its lapped me at this point. I'm now 30 years old and I don't look a day older than 29.. no really I don't. I look the exact same as I did a year ago. Hard to believe right? You want my secret right? The secret is... there isn't one. Live your life like everyday is your last. I know its cliche but I've learned that sweating aging is stupid.. Why worry about the inevitable? I still do the stupidest craziest shit I can think of.. why? because I'm still young. 30 sounds old but really its just the beginning of your life since you've finally learned something about living. At least, some of us have. In all honesty I've watched my face.. in the mirror Ive seen my reflection for the last 10 years.. but I really studied it. I've noticed every slight line development, freckle and vein. I've pushed pulled and mangled my face all up like it was some form of mold able clay but the truth is I don't mind it. It is what it is regardless of what I might wish it to be. My face is a direct reflection of my life and time on this planet and I can accept that. I chalk it up as experience. Every face tells a story.

Hello again 1980's, thank you for letting us bank off your profitable history.

Kanye West is as good as Muhammad Ali when it comes to shit talking and pumping up thy own self and sending the media into a "can you believe he just said/did that?" frenzy. But I'm sick of his attempts to seize all credit for being the so called inventor/father of every fever to hit mainstream outlets. The shutter frame shades?? They used to be called Venetian Blinders 20 some odd years ago.. (thats a dope name for a hip hop group). The fact that Paris Hilton started rocking them up and down Robertson Blvd. made the come back just that more unbearable. I think a reinvention of the "robot" shades would have been more impressive..

The Talk box utilization to mask ones own lack of vocal skills? Stevie Wonder just called and left a message, he said "listen to "Music of My Mind" circa 1972 bitch and then tell me you invented the sound of the Talk box. "

Sigh.. and then theres the MJ bright red threads.. I guess the point here is that nothing in modern day society is an original. Old to new, new to old.. its all recycled and regurgitated. I hate that word, so I had to use it. Make money off whats made money in the past, right? Its not rocket science.. It worked for him, and them why not I and us?

Its truly a difficult challenge to be a real original and showcase that theres really something about you thats different and worth noting. Mr. West feels he needs to stress to the world to try to prove hes an original.. when you're a true one of a kind, you never need to prove anything.. it can go without saying and people will undoubtedly notice.

I rest my case.

This is me back when I was totally normal. You'll be glad to know I'm totally back to being insane now.

Ps: Orange rules.

Bathroom Bedtime

I'm not from NYC.. in fact quite the opposite. I have visited a few times, even once in winter. While hanging there on a quick week jaunt with my bro I got a feel for the city, took the subway to Brooklyn and did all the touristy shit.. I got a feel for the culture division, the individuality and the attitude. I also got a feel for the economy and and how tough it is to make it out there and live comfortably in a 1 bedroom 500 sq ft. apt without a community bathroom in the hallway. Times are rough on just about everyone.. and this CL post proves that.


I am a female in my mid 60's and I am looking for a room mate. Times are tight and I need some extra money.
I am willing to rent out my bathroom in my 1 bedroom east village home.

My bathroom is large. You can easily put a twin air mattress in there. I only ask that when I need to use the bathroom, you or your air mattress are not in it.

I do ask that when you are in the apartment, you confine yourself to the bathroom. I do not feel comfortable with a stranger walking around my living room. This might change as I get to know you better.
You may have guest over as long as they are cnfined to the bathroom as well. This might seem a bit odd but please remember the rent is $400 and the bathroom is large.