Monty: ........Jade?
Jade: Fucking MontyCristo! I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again! WTF are you doing at my job? YOU always pull this shit on me... Whatever it is, make it.....
Monty: (Monty turns to look at her, and seeks her eyes with the help of the wind that swifts her hair away from her face, and he is once again immersed in all her being. Her words fall upon deaf ears , and he interrupts her)
Monty: Jadi! I need to tell you something! I'm not quite sure if it's a sign. Or if It's romantic. Or if it's the universe helping me gather strength to say this...well...either way, please help me make sense of this....the other day, I stepped into a book store, you know the one down by the bike path we used to ride our bikes on? Well, and while I was there, I was searching for a book with something poetic. I was in dire need of something symbolic, rich, deep, or passionate, ...I was in dyer need of some funky soul...n e ways, i was at the book store, and in my search for poetic justice, I turned a corner and my jacket was caught in the corner of this book. It's a copy of "Sex for dummies"... and I thought of you. Do you remember that one time, you laid on my bed...and we searched funny love quotes? And you read, "If sex is natural how come there are so many books on doing it?" And we laughed. And suddenly I remembered your laugh. You laughter..and my laughter. and how we laughed together...truly just how immersed we were in one another. and the thought of sex escaped me and instead the feeling of love embraced me. So Jade, I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that, although we humans may need to be taught how to have sex, we can never be taught how to love. and well, if we did need to be taught the emotion of love, i'd like for you to repeat your laughters on my bed, so that i may reminisce on them and learn all about love. Your love that is.
Jade: Monty,....(pauses and allows the words to sink....)...Mont....I--Thank you, but lets just say....Just leave me alone. Don't u get it? Ive fallen in love with life. You just realized that there is such a thing of falling....just dont let it be me..dont even allow yourself to desire it to be me. Falling in love is when 1+1 = 1. (holds up one finger in each hand and brings them close together) In this case, you and I will always equal to 2. (separates left hand finger from right hand finger) you go your way, and I'll go mine. And stop pulling this shit. You know I'm not yours...I belong to the earth, the wind, and with the freedom lovers. so quit the pussy shit and stop twittering me around.... you are semi creepy, but will surely be fully creepy if you don't quit the "i stand outside your job with a fucking raincoat that covers my bleeding heart" ......
Monty: Fuck you.
Jade: Sure! BUT ONLY after you've completed "sex for dummies" and then promise to publish "Chicken Soup for the fucked up souls"....
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Along Came Audrey.
SO!
Here we are, and 2010, I must say that you are a beastly, monstrosity, very imprudent, yet quite enticingly intriguing. 2009 ended on a very "Zen" note for me. I maintained my serenity and my composure by simply not allowing myself to wallow in knobby bullshit. It's harder said than done. I ended "friendships", allowed myself to nurture new ones, explored acquaintances, left my job, went to school, and all the other standard essentials for a 21 year old trying to be found in Lost Angeles.
It's a journey! =D Yes, very cliche, but to make it a little more intriguing, lets just picture my journey in a very "Lucy in the Sky" setting:
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Need I say more?
Lessons learned in 2009:
1. Follow your heart. Fuck the rest.
2. Fuck the rest.
3. Fuck the rest.
4. Passion is underrated.
5. Observe, Absorb, and rejoice.
6. Lend a helping hand to those that will kiss it.
7. Give affection. It's very empowering and enriching.
8. Find symbolism and poetry in your mundane routine.
9. You have two eyes, two ears, but only one mouth. Observe and listen more and only speak when it is prudent.
10. Family = <3
11. Friends = A Good time
12. Good Friends = Bad times + Good times
13. Self Respect = Conquering your biggest monsters, not supressing them.
14. Wiki Carl Jung
15. Google How an Eagle chooses his mate.
16. Music and art. Find creative treats that will shift or move you: Stuff that will plant a yearning seed in you.
17. Speak your mind even when you can't find the words. You may stumble upon truth.
18. Carry yourself with an aura of positivity, good energy, and an open mind/heart/soul, yet learn when to exude it.
Here we are, and 2010, I must say that you are a beastly, monstrosity, very imprudent, yet quite enticingly intriguing. 2009 ended on a very "Zen" note for me. I maintained my serenity and my composure by simply not allowing myself to wallow in knobby bullshit. It's harder said than done. I ended "friendships", allowed myself to nurture new ones, explored acquaintances, left my job, went to school, and all the other standard essentials for a 21 year old trying to be found in Lost Angeles.
It's a journey! =D Yes, very cliche, but to make it a little more intriguing, lets just picture my journey in a very "Lucy in the Sky" setting:
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Need I say more?
Lessons learned in 2009:
1. Follow your heart. Fuck the rest.
2. Fuck the rest.
3. Fuck the rest.
4. Passion is underrated.
5. Observe, Absorb, and rejoice.
6. Lend a helping hand to those that will kiss it.
7. Give affection. It's very empowering and enriching.
8. Find symbolism and poetry in your mundane routine.
9. You have two eyes, two ears, but only one mouth. Observe and listen more and only speak when it is prudent.
10. Family = <3
11. Friends = A Good time
12. Good Friends = Bad times + Good times
13. Self Respect = Conquering your biggest monsters, not supressing them.
14. Wiki Carl Jung
15. Google How an Eagle chooses his mate.
16. Music and art. Find creative treats that will shift or move you: Stuff that will plant a yearning seed in you.
17. Speak your mind even when you can't find the words. You may stumble upon truth.
18. Carry yourself with an aura of positivity, good energy, and an open mind/heart/soul, yet learn when to exude it.
Lost Angeles, Here Comes That Choe.
"Character Assassination"
Works by David Choe
@Fifty24SF
248 Fillmore St. @Haight
February 5 – March 24, 2010
opening Fri Feb 5th (7-9:30pm)
If you have a moment, you have to experience the work of David Choe. It's MIND blowing :), no pun. Puehe.
Friends and I will be attending the show Saturday night, and it's truly something that I'm anxious about. I know Ill have plenty to write about after the fact. To be continued....
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Ball Point Heads!
I know these may look like pictures, but Juan Francisco Casas actually uses a Bic Pen as his only tool for his art work. Visit him at http://www.juanfranciscocasas.com/.
Marcel Bich (1914-1994), co-founder of Bic, and his partner Edouard Buffard (1908-1996), would be so proud.
Random Fact: László József Bíró was the inventor of the modern ballpoint pen.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Led Zepellin : What Is and What Should Never Be
And if I say to you tomorrow
Take my hand, child, come with me
It's to a castle I will take you
Where what's to be, they say will be
A-catch the wind, see us spin
Sail away, leave today
Way up high in the sky
It won't, but the wind won't blow, we really shouldn't go
It only goes to show that you will be mine, by takin' our time
Oooh, ho-whoa
And if you say to me tomorrow
Oh, what fun it all would be
then what's to stop us, pretty baby
but what is and what should never be
A-catch the wind, see us spin
Sail away, leave today
Way up high in the sky
It won't, but the wind won't blow, we really shouldn't go
It only goes to show that you will be mine, by takin' our time
Oooh, ohh, oh-ho
So if you wake up with the sunrise
and all your dreams are still as new
and happiness is what you need so bad
Well, girl, the answer lies with you, yeah
A-catch the wind, see us spin
Sail away, leave today
Way up high in the sky
It won't, but the wind won't blow, we really shouldn't go
It only goes to show that you will be mine, by takin' our time
Oooh, ho-whoa
Hey, ho, ma
A-well, the wind won't blow, and we really shouldn't go
and it only goes to show-whoa-whoa-whoa
Catch the wind, we're gonna see us spin
We're gonna sail, little girl
A-do-do-do, ba-ba-n-do, oh
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, yeah
Everybody I know seems to know me well
but does anyody know I'm gonna move like hell
A-baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ho, I love ya
Baby, baby, babe, huh, oh, I love ya
Do, no, no, no, no, no, no, come on, now
I want you
Take my hand, child, come with me
It's to a castle I will take you
Where what's to be, they say will be
A-catch the wind, see us spin
Sail away, leave today
Way up high in the sky
It won't, but the wind won't blow, we really shouldn't go
It only goes to show that you will be mine, by takin' our time
Oooh, ho-whoa
And if you say to me tomorrow
Oh, what fun it all would be
then what's to stop us, pretty baby
but what is and what should never be
A-catch the wind, see us spin
Sail away, leave today
Way up high in the sky
It won't, but the wind won't blow, we really shouldn't go
It only goes to show that you will be mine, by takin' our time
Oooh, ohh, oh-ho
So if you wake up with the sunrise
and all your dreams are still as new
and happiness is what you need so bad
Well, girl, the answer lies with you, yeah
A-catch the wind, see us spin
Sail away, leave today
Way up high in the sky
It won't, but the wind won't blow, we really shouldn't go
It only goes to show that you will be mine, by takin' our time
Oooh, ho-whoa
Hey, ho, ma
A-well, the wind won't blow, and we really shouldn't go
and it only goes to show-whoa-whoa-whoa
Catch the wind, we're gonna see us spin
We're gonna sail, little girl
A-do-do-do, ba-ba-n-do, oh
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, yeah
Everybody I know seems to know me well
but does anyody know I'm gonna move like hell
A-baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ho, I love ya
Baby, baby, babe, huh, oh, I love ya
Do, no, no, no, no, no, no, come on, now
I want you
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Ground Control to Major Geddes.
Jeremy Geddes
The White Cosmonaut
Oil on Board
Oil on Board
2009
Jeremy Geddes, through The White Cosmonaut, truly nurtures an epic moment where an astronaut is embraced by doves/white birds in the sky. The colors are serene, grey, with hints of reds and yellows. The floating astronaut and the way the astronaut's body is positioned seems to parallel the position of Jesus on the Cross. A celestial aura is felt through this painting. Theres definitely an underlying cry for salvation. Man has soared beyond higher heights, into the skies of the universe, and is in need to reconnect and feel grounded with what is alive. A bird can soar in the skies, without the need of a contraption that has man written all over it. It's really a magnificent piece of work, and I will be savoring every inch of it. Please, enjoy.
- Oddball
Rhythm In Your Methodical Dance
You are the essence of my being
The beauty behind a masquerade
you tuck me under the shadows and aid
when the sun ignites my skin
and burns away my grace.
Suddenly it rains
and the rain drops morph from companions
into two strangers we found within,
lurking within our passions, our strengths,
our love, our freedom, our fury, our conscience,
our sub conscious, our desires, our body, our soul.
You whisper silently
and the words slither
Through the drums of my ears
through the maze of my veins
across the erratic cracks on my hands
slip on the curves on my face
And you reach into the euphoria filled sacks
and inhabit in my love, love, love nest.
At the peak of ur mountain we discover
we are extraordinary machines
confused by the tin men.
We are fueled with the gas of the world
and the passions that lurk inside
oil the joints of our aching bones.
We encounter a destined spiraled journey
and stroll along in awe
to find an island drowning in Love
and a death sentenced law.
The roots of our tree crawl and drill into a new dirt
and our leaves drift with the impetuous breeze
and fall.
You rake away the glowing grey leaves
and I blow away the deep red dust
With the air that we breath
and the rake of our mistrust
A trust that we betray in ourselves
for the glorious damned sake of each other
We shall rise above the earth and illuminate it with an erratic sunshine
and the earth will yell across the universe
for a scent of the past
a Glance of tomorrow
and an everlasting stand for Today.
-A.D.
The beauty behind a masquerade
you tuck me under the shadows and aid
when the sun ignites my skin
and burns away my grace.
Suddenly it rains
and the rain drops morph from companions
into two strangers we found within,
lurking within our passions, our strengths,
our love, our freedom, our fury, our conscience,
our sub conscious, our desires, our body, our soul.
You whisper silently
and the words slither
Through the drums of my ears
through the maze of my veins
across the erratic cracks on my hands
slip on the curves on my face
And you reach into the euphoria filled sacks
and inhabit in my love, love, love nest.
At the peak of ur mountain we discover
we are extraordinary machines
confused by the tin men.
We are fueled with the gas of the world
and the passions that lurk inside
oil the joints of our aching bones.
We encounter a destined spiraled journey
and stroll along in awe
to find an island drowning in Love
and a death sentenced law.
The roots of our tree crawl and drill into a new dirt
and our leaves drift with the impetuous breeze
and fall.
You rake away the glowing grey leaves
and I blow away the deep red dust
With the air that we breath
and the rake of our mistrust
A trust that we betray in ourselves
for the glorious damned sake of each other
We shall rise above the earth and illuminate it with an erratic sunshine
and the earth will yell across the universe
for a scent of the past
a Glance of tomorrow
and an everlasting stand for Today.
-A.D.
Monday, February 1, 2010
If My Soul Had A Shape.
If my soul had a shape
It would be a house,
you would decorate it with warmth
and the lost would find a home there.
My front porch is a stage
where guest performers and the stars could engage.
The melodic sounds of the wind compete
With the methodical tempo of your heart beat.
If my soul had a shape.
It would be a house,
you would decorate it with warmth
and the lost would find a home there.
My front porch is a stage
where guest performers and the stars could engage.
The melodic sounds of the wind compete
With the methodical tempo of your heart beat.
If my soul had a shape.
Fill my home with love and laughter
Lets drown in the idea of happily ever after.
- A.D.
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