I only write when I'm inspired to. I write about music, and stuff, i use a lot of similes and metaphors. i vent, i rant, i sing, i dance. you should too.
Friday, March 12, 2010
we swim in smiles build houses made of hugs dance to laughter and try our best to make everyone feel special Madi Diaz - I know I know
you black hair midnight bass swimming in ink only too drown in the pools of yours eyes cocks a barking salivating for faboulessness and boy do they want a bone
My New Years outfit still smells like that girl who was too high on MDMA to realize that i wasn't German and no i don't like grinding and I'd rather dance alone and ride the spinning pink double bed on the dance floor then go home with her but she was young and pretty apple pie American blond hair and all, eyes sparkling with invitations body tingling with euphoria, rubbing against mine like canines and i'm a sucker for attention. what guy doesn't like them blond and busty and me to overwhelmed by the lights and the sounds to make decisions so you grabbed my hand and led me out of the warehouse to go to yours only to find out you live in a dorm and realizing that in America you are NOT legal, cramped in a metro with thousands of people i don't know going somewhere i've never been with a girl i just met but knew nothing about and i tried to speak but it wasn't only the cat who had my tongue, it had been corroded away by substances i had ingested. we were both pumped with adrenaline for different reason, i was confused and tripping balls you were anxious to go down on mine because hey baby you just picked up an older Canadian guy who's a model and has the nicest hair you've seen and just look at what he's wearing; multi colored spandex leggings and a tank top that would put biblical Joseph to shame, Nav'i war paint adorned my face making me seem more and more like something out of greek mythology and like Dionysian this evening was about excess , my consciousness drowning in doses and trying so hard to come up for air and explain who i am where i'm from what my goals are in life and what my parents are like but all i could say were nonsensical sentences that's started with "soo umm" and ended with "that's cool" quite the catch but this fish was fried. i tried to explain but all i could do was hold your hand and put one foot in front of the other. we arrived at some otherworldly campus full of painted trees and metal sculptures .. trying hard to place my reality, was this real? a security guard asleep, a set of stairs and unmarked door , 3 beds in one room a south American boy with a 4 foot bong in its own case, his eyes became Asian, as he played that glass flute like this was an orchestra and i had been brought hear to play, i was looking at drew trying to communicate with him in french but his bilingualism was melting like Dali clocks, both trying to regain our vernacular. we need a plan because things we falling apart, this no longer was a double date but a third wheel on a unicycle on the path to hell. oh boy did we want to get out mustering all the sobriety i had left and stating that we HAD to leave and you said please i said another time, we both knew we would never see each other again i wrote my name on a paper kissed you goodnight and bounced the fuck out of there like a closet full of dodge balls we got out of the dorm back into the playground of the strange a smile finally touching our lips because we realized that the trees were not painted and now we could finally go home. hailed a stereotype and he drove us over the Brooklyn bridge speaking of languages and racism and as i looked at the big apple i was satisfied that i had taken a bite that was a little to big to swallow and it was worth it letting it's acidity flow down my throat.
it was like "look at how magnificent the world can be" and i felt it.. it was intense at first, i wasn't sure i could take it, i sat down. but after those faithful words that were repeated to me by a wise man full of youth i understood. you know the words embeded in my reality my lexicon my way of life. and as i was coming up, ridding the pink unicorn of pleasure and possibilities... i saw. and i smiled oh boy did i smile the energy itself would suffice for a good high, a pleasant trip oh wow i wish i could charge you with a fraction of this playa energy it was something like nothing i had ever experienced so much joy concentrated in one place beat me to a pulp and i inhaled it, i rode that pink unicorn hard the world in slow motion my happiness exponentially expanding from within me to the tips of my thoughts i was content with the world, the sand at my feet, the beat of my heart it was electrifying i stood my golden bejeweled spandex leggings sparkling magic in the darkness of the out door rave. they were borrowed, like so many things , like the land that was being beaten by my tapping feet, like the air that i breathed in and exhaled fire from the dj booth the reno thrift store tie dangling from my head like a bandanna of 'fuck you society, i'll flash your republicans and ass smack your conservatives" the shirt i wore, silk screened with the words "Daft Punk" made by me, me and an old friend who is off on his own journey the sister shirt somewhere in his closet the smiles of the thousands of people around me, dancing, they were the safety nets to this particular pink unicorn trip, even if i fell off i would fall in an endless sea of smiles and wow was that reassuring providing my own floating device from my lips dancing the 4 of us wise man full of youth head bald filled with a sea of knowledge flowing from his long blond locks, and why did he care for a kid half his age who started off cold? did he really need to give me his down jacket as my feathers were ruffled in my current state of consciousness, nay, but he did, and i flew , those feathers flying me back on the pink unicorn a girl with a smile to out smile all the playa people so glad oh so glad her friend, she lent me those leggings, she danced belly Hindu sensuality as i sat awed by life kissing me candy lips giving me the cpr of pleasure making sure i was always breathing joy making my face and loins smile like dancing hippies the 70's was just a decade dude the best time i ever had surrounded by so much joy that it was indecipherable like Egyptian hieroglyphs .. where did it end , where did it begins inside all of us and as the police strolled through the crowds looking for trouble like bullies on the play ground i shielded myself with 2 fingers shaped V reminiscent of 20-30-40 year old protests and when the dancing was over we walked to the edge of the desert, sat down , 3 new friends among us, a 50 odd ball biker artist, who has touched all of you with his Disney collaborations 3 sons 3 mothers .. his stories were enthralling, a too-smart-for-his-own-good asain boy from orange county who studied and went to raves, combining those A's with lots of E, and some drunk texan ex marine freshly kicked out for burning forbidden twigs in his mouth wearing his birthday suit save some boxers we watched the sun rise , great ball of flaming passion we let the sound of its beauty pierce our eyes and play us toons and that was the first time i tried ecstasy
if for some untold reason a friend, a good friend, would sleep with one of my ex's well then instead of brewing anger in cauldrons of discontent i would simply step aside and bow to the powers of karma, to the mysticism of 'what goes around comes around' i would chuckle and point my friend in the right direction, "south is where YOU want to go friend" a sordid feeling of ownership PLAGUES the men of this world. "SHE'S MINE! I SLEPT WITH HER! NO ONE CAN HAVE HER"
ah but how you hurt yourself you foolish fiend of ownership. she is not yours, she is no ones, she belongs to the universe, just like we, created from stardust, were once suns and stars.
can anyone truly own a star? nay this world, this energy, each one of us is in constant motion, dancing with the Wu Li Masters. dancing the meaning of life and maybe Patrick is the only friend i have who would consider this obtuse view on reality did you ever learn where GOLD came from? ahh now theres a mind boggling factoid look it up and consider if gold comes from the collapsing stars then where do we come from? back to the Ex's, we label them so. X marks the spot, marks the end they also mark treasure maps, and just because you've plundered, hopefully learned, and moved on does not mean that no one else can discover the secrets found under that X so do not be jealous when word spreads like wild fire that someone you use to fuck, someone you might have loved is dancing the dance of meaning with another man or women. we are hear to learn ladies and gentlemen, and if you treat your sexual and emotional endeavors like textbooks then jealousy might crumple away like old pages, do you not give your books away? or do you keep them dusty on your book shelf.. a prize on your mantle? re opeing them from time to time to try and find the joy you use to have when you originally flipped through their chapters.
LET GO!
they are no longer yours and you are no longer there's, 2 divided by 2 equals 1 ! and as i have preached before we are all on a journey, and you can only learn so much from one book, one human being!
take a deep breath, listen to the drone of this Gothic singers, raise your gaze and baptize yourself in this new knowledge, going forth with a smile, a walking stick and a yearning to LEARN! FUCKING LEARN! we must learn! we must experience and see new places, meet new people, test yourself
think of it as school as getting your bachelors, but your getting your degree on the world write essays of the mind, orals deep conversation, group projects with new friends and mid terms re-assessing your life go to Jerusalem go to Peru, go to Scotland, go to France, go to china go to Russia imagine the wealth of knowledge
in Australia there is such a thing called a 'walk-about' where one will walk for days surviving on his or her own, discovering themselves... do this on a grand scale, this is your life! imagine sitting down for tea with EVERY SINGLE HUMAN BEING ON THIS EARTH all 6.45 billion of them what would they tell you? shit empathize think of your mind as a vast library just waiting for new books to fill its vast hallways do you not want to experience? do you not want to let others experience? and if everything you touched or saw or learned was exclusively yours, then no one would learn at all so let it go, let what you have experienced pass on to other eyes and hands. you might have loved her, or him, but do not put shackles on their exploration, on YOUR exploration find joy in the fact that they are improving themselves by experience new things and new people if you embrace this then Ah yes, you will feel at peace friend , instead of feeling in peaces feel your ridiculous cares,fears,worry dissolve into the atmosphere feel a warm love cover you like a multi colored tapestry of beauty hopefully this silly boys speal will make you appreciate the sparkle in a strangers eyes we are all humans and compared with the vastness of the universe we are but ants, watch a colony of ants walk in every direction across your driveway.. searching for something and that's what we are star dust ants dancing with the wu li masters in this ballroom we call reality, each expressing their own meaning of life,
we are wolves we are lions we are cunning carnivores cocky kids looking for cunt always on the prowl look for fresh meat, because it's all about the kill it's about the pack, it's about the pride, its about marking our territory and constantly looking for more. we smile with only hints of our canines. we don't have your best interest in mind. we will run you down, ambush you, corner you, bleed you out till you have no more fight left to fend us off succumbing to our bites and growls. will invite you into our den, glimpses of our heart. and wow that's shinny. showing our weakness, because aren't weakness attractive. but only teeth and claws lie behind those shinny hearts and awe's.
we are animals, everyone is an animal, the difference is we have chosen to hunt, instead of being hunted. it's a dog eat dog world out there and if your not biting your getting bitten .
we have banded together, strength in numbers. not all the same, different breeds of claws and teethes, strength in variety. Lions tigers and bears oh my, that makes one hell of a pride you can't out run a cheetah, out wrestle a bear, out think a lion. out there in the wild you'll only notice the ones who choose to be seen, the ones with the Big manes the flashy coats, it's all for the team, and while your dazed by the way we boast one of us will pounce and babe your toast. we sacrifice for each other, if one is fed then rest will endure.
ya we have a hierarchy, the alpha's eat before the beta's and that don't cause no vendetta, just respect. and some of us can be fed on a few pecks. our appetite not always voracious cause some of us like quality over quantity so watch out if your bodacious.
you can believe we stalk, circling, looking for weakness... everyone has a weakness. just because your a doe eyed tough chick with a big rack, long hair and totally stacked doesn't mean you can take all of us. your either strong, fast or cunning, rarely all 3 some are 2 , those ones are fun, one way or another your going down... on one of us. all we gotta do is match the predator to the prey.
we come from behind, some of us aggressive enough to come from the front, in plain sight, mocking you with your impending doom. sully wully the hyena laughing disgust dripping from his jaws ya you'll find us in the same place most of time. figured out our goals, our hunger. well shit now its time to move on. we have hunted this watering hole dry. all that's left are the weak and inebriated and how easy is it to take down a weak kneed slam pig smelling of mead. it's time for bigger prey. its time we organize our hunt. we are bears hear us roar for rory we are hyena's, hear us laugh for sully we are panthers, hear us growl for tom we are wolves hear us howl for drew we are tigers hear us roar for will we are caracal's hear us hiss for harry we are wolverines hear us growl for brendhan WE ARE LIONS!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Brendhan
do you fuck a slut even if you knwo she's a slut? 11:20pmWill
depends
is she hot and interesting 11:20pmBrendhan
she goes to my school arts college, so that covers interesting, and id say 8
she's 18 though....
that's young for me
I know I can
but I dont know if I shoudl 11:21pmWill
so she is hot, she is interesting, she is an artist and it seems she is exploring her sexuallity
what is wrogn with that, if anythign she is doing what we all should do 11:21pmBrendhan
i agree 11:22pmWill
is she a slut or does she relaize that sex is a zesty enterprise with quite the profitable return
i say enoy it
she wont fall in lobve with you and neither should u fall for her
you should celebrate your sexuality with her 11:23pmBrendhan
i like it 11:24pmWill
oh you willbecause when it boils down to it we are animals, animals who fight our carnal pleasures so as to confrom with our fucking goodie 2 shoes society ..... i say fuck it i say fuck i say fuck with abandon 11:25pmBrendhan
i like it all 11:26pmWill
indeed 11:26pmBrendhan
my goal this year is to hit 15
I completed #11
I need 4 more
and the criteria is new vaginas
not ones i'd revisited earlier 11:27pmWill
fucllkkk sll a7 11:28pmWill
i'mm still at 7 but i have a high gpa (girl point average) quality over quantity but yes my goal is 10.. i might move to the british virgin isladns with drew and work at a resort.. i'm sure i'd boost my numbers there .. but will see .. for now it is hard when u live with your parents 11:28pmBrendhan
agree
i slow down in the summer cause im at home with my paretns but really i shoudl be kicking it up 11:29pmWill
dude ifi ad my own place
destruction 11:30pmBrendhan
7 is a legit number 11:30pmWill
i suppose i only lost my v a couple months beofre i was 18
but regardless
i want more sex, so i can grow 11:30pmBrendhan
true 11:31pmWill
this plant needs water
Brendhan
hahah
its a hard arena
some are good lucking but suck in the sack
any combination 11:32pmWill
word, i vow that next starfish i get i'm first goign to try and encourage movement and if she still dosen't show signs of life i will leave right in the middle 11:32pmBrendhan
i've quit 11:32pmWill
i have had many starfishes, only 1 or 2 great in be 11:32pmBrendhan
i've faked one
to get out 11:32pmWill
lol!
like seinfeild 11:33pmBrendhan
its easier with a condom on
you just pretend and throw it away fast 11:33pmWill
haha
see thats kinda sad though... bithces need to get there game togther 11:34pmBrendhan
theres been times where ive drank too much and havent been able to finish 11:34pmWill
lol 11:34pmBrendhan
theres been times i havent finished because they suck and imake them go longer just to make them feel shame 11:34pmWill
hey so ya i totally ditched that black girl.. she was cwrazyyyy
this is my new gf ... i don't think her parents approve of me but that's cool
she's my little middle eastern but i'm mostly down south her eyes look even nicer then they are when they are looking up at me from my tropic of Capricorn
so i just finished watching season 1 of 'Skins' that crazy British sitcom about those wild teens doing drugs and partying and , well, living i realized i haven't been in love for a very, very long time
like that silly love where you hold hands and say 'hi' a lot
