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distract-in moderation

a moments perspective

 

this moment is separated by less than a minutes time.

one with glasses. one without.

i could have just seen it with.

i could have just seen it without.

i chose to see it as both.

shoe story.

white after labor day, oh my.

she is bad ass.

makes me miss my red cowboy boots.

with only minor hesitation

when deciding to change the world.  consider whose world you want to change.

fragility throughout self identity

i cant acquiesce to the present.  and i cant realize the future.

scream for the dean.

i am out of uniform.

 which reminds me i should probably switch my load.

my day was long.  i anticipate a full weekend and it is only wednesday.

i am having a hard time writing the closing to my paper.

i went to the (441 killingsworth) deli today. i was welcomed to the family.

i have presents expected in the mail.

i like throbbing gristle.

outliers tomorrow. late.

friday i must find my black beret.

the real dilemma:

garage rock at someday lounge or burning man decompression for saturday.

im sure it will unfold smoothly.

at least for sunday i know i will be eating waffles, listening to live piano while talking to the gals of portland.

face west child

the view from my nest.

my first day.

i love that i can walk into a place and tell them to make me whatever.

and when they do, its perfect.  all hail the Deli.

a drawing by zachary baldus.

through an issue of new mutant,

he got to live in the marvel universe for a month.

 

new seasons grocery oh my.

three schwinns. all blue.

like......

i couldnt find the black beret i need to have.

so i settled for blue to keep me warm these cold portland nights.

someday.

their is no place like home todo.

the best contribution that a lover could offer would be to force me out of my cozy bed and into the sidewalks of responsibility.  my to do list has slowly grown into a novel and i can only find two things on it worth getting putting clothes on for.

the Deli
find a Record Player
import compact discs
buy groceries
cash checks
mail stuff to people i love
email people i care about
put up shelves
find a rug
paint a wall
make a Sol LeWitt piece to channel my true love
tell emily that two men want her

the Deli.  the concept.  a cooperative run deli that makes it by, by young individuals offering their services as volunteers.  this group in the community is beautiful. inspiring. and a stepping stone to the future of creating more intimate spaces for more beautiful. creative. young people.

how many of these could i find in my house.  i probably shouldnt keep grocery shopping out of my own refrigerator.  i think the record player  found wobbles.  i can steal the cabinet doors from the kitchen to make shelves.  i can import compact discs from bed.  i can channel my true love from bed, but that isnt as romantic as putting string all over the wall and dreaming of dreary days in north adams.

get me up if you love me.

(thats what he said)

the ______ goes ______.

so i opened up the see and say that i stole from this child i know.

unfortunately.  it kept shorting out.

not sure if this means it is a not possible.

which will take a lot to convince me.

or just a pain in the ass and i dont know what i am doing.

which seems more convincible.

like candy

these really are like little candies that i so wonderfully get to unwrap.

when i open them, rather than stimulating my taste buds.

they stimulate my ears.

peter pan dreams of this.

all of those bottle caps could be contact mics.  but they are not.

if they were. they would have picked up the roar of my laugh.

the joy from my smile and the grace from the beat of my heart.

pickled food on killingsworth.

leave it on the dresser.

late night and bent

the view from a mirror