unen zurhenees yoslov  'greeting you with a true heart'. A mongolian salutation used to close letter and book introductions

Souvlaki Space Station

http://50watts.com/filter/czechoslovakian-book-cover-series

slowdive minefield http://www.souvlakispacestation.com/

i fell upon the stair
i dreamt of was and where
i started choking on my hair


and held my breath together

'we passed upon the stair
we spoke of was and when,
although I wasn't there,
he said i was his friend' -The Man Who Sold the World, david bowie

Possibilities of Being Penetrated

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tokidokieee/6867164814/in/photostream/

Birds

White birds dance along the pond
blue mist proceeds their coming

Wars Will be Waged

I wonder if happiness comes when I realize it doesn't all have to be a struggle.

But what happens when the only way I feel alive is if everything is a struggle.

is that why wars are waged

Some Thoughts

Teeth
Talismans
Bones
Gags

Spikes
Pins
Stripes
Nag
10/29/2012

Things fall away
Trees disintegrate into
citites
that rise from the ashes of
destruction

To be reborn from the
souls
of the percussion
to be played
without distraction
10/6/2012

My eyes fell down
like eggs
broken yolks
running down my spine
into my feet
10/5/2012 12:04am

axe murder Iowa house fear from sixth grade, confronted while reading film plot to Sinister, turn on tv and there is a show where they are talking about a house in Iowa where murderers crept into house and murdered people in night, scariest place in North America, my sixth grade scare return to plot line ony discover girl kills family with ax.

Beatend down
stabbed
shave the fat from
their legs
to shed old skin, and from that rise up to the new day.
10/10/2012

Bars

Its like needing permission to be yourself

It was all done in in vain –“does this make me feel anything? No, no safehaven at all?”

Some many things that I thought should have made me feeling something that didn’t

Radiant child

Wait, maybe now

The sun feels nice today

Mon amie la rose

footfalls echo in the memory
down the passage which we did not take
towards the door we never opened. -t.s. elliot,"burnt norton" from four quartets
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NV8X7Dvn9Co&feature=related

cages

here's a prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages- tennessee williams

Levitation

Bruce Nauman Failing to Levitate in the Studio, 1956

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=ATNq0cqE2Bc&NR=1

Interesting article on levitation.  You must learn to stop yourself.
http://cabinetmagazine.org/issues/32/schuster.php

Recent Thoughts

I create work to know I exist.  To leave my mark.  TO take someone outside of themselves, or into themselves for just a little.  Whichever is best and To not being alone 

I find I am so caught up in what I did or did not say. The things I could have done or should of.

To in turn beable to let go

I find construction just as interesting as destruction.  I find it interesting that how ever much we build ourselves up or how ever much we live, life could be over in an instant. To thinking that when our memory fades from someones mind, we die. To feel like there are two different people within yourself, and to wondering which one will you be for that minute, hour or day.

The terrifying thought that we don’t exist, there is no one thing to define us.  We ourselves are voided spaces.

I find I hold out for those brief glimmering moments when reality itself is the most beautiful thing you could ever conceive in the world. When you no longer have to view the world covered in mist. To draw attention to those little places or spaces that people would never know existed.

Why is it that people who claim to be fatalists still look both ways when they cross the street.

That no matter how much you tell someone that you love them, you would still leave them.

To feeling forever displaced.

to knowing that everything you’d thought you’d wanted, you have absolutely no use, need, or want for.

To be heartbreakingly beautiful. And wanting to be alive.

To know that its ok to not know. Its all about feeling. And to not be so afraid of feeling primal.

slowdive

Another when I was little...I wanted to be an astronaut. My dad promptly told me I could be anything I wanted to be when I grow up. Space is the last great frontier, but I have a bit of a fear of aliens.  I remember being little, probably about 5 or 6 and reading a friends book about aliens. I always thought it was scary that they could come and abduct you, violate you (rape seemed to be my fear then from what I remember, which idk why that was so), and then put you back on earth like nothing happened. I don't think I ever thought about nice aliens. Being "grown up" now, I think my spaceship is my mind..I copped that line from a movie that I can't remember what its called.  If space is like my mind, I think its lonely...but i guess thats where the aliens come in

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhov6wm-Enw&feature=related

I wanna be adored

"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."

/ chuck palahniuk, writer

*reblogged from bodybodhi.blogspot.com

Mini Dinos

When I was little I wanted to have my own menagerie of mini dinosaurs. they helped me learn the alphabet, i memorized each breed that corresponded to the right letter.
also, my heart goes out to my two friends that have lost parents recently. love you

Dream Baby Dream

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyvhTIOJeJ4

I am starting to dream again

Thyme

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYQaD2CAi9A

Name

"I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest."

— W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXka5kwJEkQ&feature=related