Hello Web!!!
I've missed you dearly. Back from my somewhat of a hiatus (being lazy and not posting stuff that people dont look at anyways lol) I promise to post all the things i find interesting just to have a place to keep it.
lets get it.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
BOOTS
hello web,
been a while since my last post and i doubt anyone is reading this but ya know lol.
So recently I have been uber obsessed with boots. all I do is think about boots and go to she stores and look at boots or go online and look at reviews. also amazon.com is your friend lol.
been a while since my last post and i doubt anyone is reading this but ya know lol.
So recently I have been uber obsessed with boots. all I do is think about boots and go to she stores and look at boots or go online and look at reviews. also amazon.com is your friend lol.
Yuketen x Opening Ceremony
Timberland Abington
BillyKirk x Sebago
Quoddy Deck Boot
Last, but not least,
The Ralph Lauren Polo Ranger Boot
Thursday, October 1, 2009
new poem in the style of lucille clifton
Father Fernando
this stall feels cramped, almost
making me want to tell him
everything, it reeks of use,
and paranoia is the only thing
heard in the silence. where
murderers and chronic masturbators
once sat, cheaters and thieves,
and me. and i don't know where
I fall in the spectrum. but he makes me
feel at ease, calling me child.
done this countless times, i wonder
if he ever gets surprised by the waste
and used sins that flush through him
a toilet of a man.
in the style of Lucille Clifton, an amazing poet
and paranoia is the only thing
heard in the silence. where
murderers and chronic masturbators
once sat, cheaters and thieves,
and me. and i don't know where
I fall in the spectrum. but he makes me
feel at ease, calling me child.
done this countless times, i wonder
if he ever gets surprised by the waste
and used sins that flush through him
a toilet of a man.
in the style of Lucille Clifton, an amazing poet
Friday, September 25, 2009
When Pigs Fly and The Sky Turns Green =]
A poem inspired by the beautful Ashley Marie =]. I hope you like it babe.
Since swine flu became a technicality,
I built a catapult and launched a
cop into the sky while bombing our names
over the azure with green krylon,
making sure to cover every spec of blue.
A tall task to take for my 5’7 stature
But I did it for you, because I asked you,
“When can we be together?”
and you sarcastically replied
“When pigs fly and the sky turns green =)”
Hands raised in victory when
the cop hit the ground, the spray-paint
dripped back to earth, and you told me
you loved me. I think about that a lot
nowadays, when
we play our little games, monopolizing
the pants in our relationship, our words
are saying one thing but our bodies are
playing charades, and now we can’t even
connect , for some reason or another.
I’m board of these games.
I - was 20 minutes late for something
You – dragged me to, and now
You and I become so far apart even
the alphabet betrays us. Sometimes
I wants to get in car and run over
letters J through T, all for you.
Because I remember a time, even if
only for a few seconds, Pigs flew, the
sky was green, and you told me you loved me.
Since swine flu became a technicality,
I built a catapult and launched a
cop into the sky while bombing our names
over the azure with green krylon,
making sure to cover every spec of blue.
A tall task to take for my 5’7 stature
But I did it for you, because I asked you,
“When can we be together?”
and you sarcastically replied
“When pigs fly and the sky turns green =)”
Hands raised in victory when
the cop hit the ground, the spray-paint
dripped back to earth, and you told me
you loved me. I think about that a lot
nowadays, when
we play our little games, monopolizing
the pants in our relationship, our words
are saying one thing but our bodies are
playing charades, and now we can’t even
connect , for some reason or another.
I’m board of these games.
I - was 20 minutes late for something
You – dragged me to, and now
You and I become so far apart even
the alphabet betrays us. Sometimes
I wants to get in car and run over
letters J through T, all for you.
Because I remember a time, even if
only for a few seconds, Pigs flew, the
sky was green, and you told me you loved me.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Jeffrey McDaniel The Quiet World
This Sunday I am hopefully going to attend one of Jeffrey McDaniel's poetry workshops. This is one of my favorite poems from him. Hope you enjoy
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sartorialist
my favorite pics from the sartorialist. peep the blog at the end of the post.
This Jacket is so ill.
Pocket Squares =]
Who's kid is this?
Peep the Ginsberg tee
via: sartorialist
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Bitter-Sweet
Bitter-Sweet.
Whenever we talk it's like talking
to a wall, I know that im talking but not really
talking at all. Our conversations on the phone were
like a pair of
new basketball sneakers,and each
word a fullcourt game, piling and piling and piling up,
until a pinky toe popped out of the side,
and it was time to throw them on a phone wire and
hang up. But you call back because
you always do, and it's the same Tarantino movie but
with of a bit of a twist at the end. Each time we speak,
a tug on the rope between our phones,
as if with a pull we say, "I'm right!", until I
let go and land face first in a puddle
of I told you so. Maybe I'm wrong.
Or maybe I'm just wrong in your version
of right. But when can i win?
Don't I deserve to be right,
sometimes? Sometimes I want you to be mad,
but most of the time I remember to forget to grin,
because my pride wont let me lose, but my love will let you win.
Whenever we talk it's like talking
to a wall, I know that im talking but not really
talking at all. Our conversations on the phone were
like a pair of
new basketball sneakers,and each
word a fullcourt game, piling and piling and piling up,
until a pinky toe popped out of the side,
and it was time to throw them on a phone wire and
hang up. But you call back because
you always do, and it's the same Tarantino movie but
with of a bit of a twist at the end. Each time we speak,
a tug on the rope between our phones,
as if with a pull we say, "I'm right!", until I
let go and land face first in a puddle
of I told you so. Maybe I'm wrong.
Or maybe I'm just wrong in your version
of right. But when can i win?
Don't I deserve to be right,
sometimes? Sometimes I want you to be mad,
but most of the time I remember to forget to grin,
because my pride wont let me lose, but my love will let you win.
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