( Beware of Laos 13 )

There's a ferocious beast knocking at my door. He's trying to capture my Rosetta Stone. It's impossible to decipher this time, so be gone!

...And beauty begins at the foot of you. I love the way my dog curls up when she sleeps. She looks like a cinnamon roll. Scrum-diddly-umptious.
Out of sight, yet not out of mind. Transitional sentences, who needs ( Read more... )

( A night at the Goobshire Inn )

Is it really necessary to be updating again? To be drinking tea at this time? To be awake at this time? No, no, and no. But my brain didn't want to be shut off. Not just yet. This jasmine green tea smells better than it tastes. I inhale the steam and exhale it as if I were smoking a cigarette. In the back of my head, I'm thinking I'm probably not ( Read more... )

For an hour or two we confabulated. The sound of your voice did a dance around my eardrums. It swam with my brain waves creating a mental ebb and flow. We exchanged our share of languid smiles and fabricated our pasts to make for a more intruiguing plotline. You told me of your nomadic ancestors and life at sea; resulting in encounters with ( Read more... )

We made our way into the city yesterday, clad in our Sunday best. The atmosphere of Olympus Fashion Week in Bryant Park, 7th Ave., was upbeat, young, vibrant, snooty, and exclusive. Feeling like we belong in such a place, us country folk, we stride in a cool, calm,collected way into the first show. (Milly) The models, probably no older than 18, ( Read more... )

Pogs are coming back, man. I can feel it in the air.

Once we figure out a way to make it into an arcade game, it's the Return of the Pogs, baby!


( Read more... )

Is there a fast forward button for reality? The quicker this week ends, the better.

I just wanna play some pogs.

An unusually mild February evening. We journey to the bay; my father in anticipation, my uncle in silence, and I, still in my pajamas, pet my dog with enthusiasm. We reach our destination. We're surrounded by complete silence and clarity. An orange glow peeks out from a series of juxtaposed lights across the bay. To maintain the silence, I ( Read more... )

Spontaneity- punch me in the face with disregard. Knock me out with no regrets. Overwhelm me to no end! I am not meant for this mundane life I lead. Energy is bursting at the seams, only to be sewn back up by unknown forces. I want to take a paintbrush to these grey areas. An explosion of colour, music, and madness to fill the void. To travel ( Read more... )