Currently The Voice of the Sparrow: The Very Best of Edith Piaf By Edith Piaf la vie en rose see related

Thirty Assumptions or the End of Summer

Currently The Sunlandic Twins By Of Montreal see related

Point of order:
Where did all the moisture go?

My lips are dryyyyyyyyyyy. So I overcompansate with spearmint chapstick.

This is still my favorite picture ever

Fuck you, California.

Seriously, fuck you.


Fuck all people that voted yes on 8.


I have no sympathy and I will NEVER understand how it's okay to tell people that they cannot do something based on their sexuality.


GET THE FUCK OVER IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Britney Spears ruined the sanctity of marriage. Vegas ruined the sanctity of marriage.


And most of all, who remembers learning about marriage in school? I don't.


And even if kids know about homosexuality, shouldn't we already be teaching them to discriminate is wrong?
Oh wait I forgot we live in America where instead of actually accepting the issue and trying to address it, we just cover it under the rug and pretend it's not there. A big fat elephant hiding under a doormat.


Instead of teaching raging hormonal teenagers about safe sex, let's teach them NOT to have sex and no information even if they wouldn't listen because that's right I forgot teenagers listen and do everything an authority says.


Instead of trying to address drug problems and issues with rehab and classes let's just lock 'em all up.


And now instead of allowing human beings to marry other human beings we will blame all our prejudices on our kids' "innocence" and say you know what no i'm not homophobic or anti-gay I just think seperate is equal and they already have boytoys and girlfriends they don't need the same rights as us.


Just wait, all you assholes out there, I'm gonna find your kids and teach them about homosexuality and gay marriage and I am also going to teach them that you are a facist and idiotic bigot who deserves to have the irony of gay kids.


Fuck you prop 8
and fuck you california.

            The sun rose with water in the air. It sparkled and shaped the day into brief winds and blue, cloud whirling skies. The sun remained static in the blue and made the city of fog, gleam with unnatural heat. Sweaters and scarves were left to be tied around waists, but that’s later. The lunch was rich, a mistake. The doses were dispensed immediately after. A bank run of vivid murals in mission provided the backdrop for the lysergic acid to become fully immersed in my blood. The bus began to give way to floating and as we stepped off and entered the madness, the full gripped intensity began to make the world spin. Michael wanted to meet up at his high sky old elegant tenderloin studio apartment.  The rich lunch made its return to the atmosphere or should I say toilet. The high flying comrades scared me and we ended in an uneven maroon carpeted hallway. The boots and afros stayed behind as we entered the madness once again. Almost immediately the herbs and dancing began to electrify the moment. Snapshots showing pure joy and security guards made for pleasant remembrance. The world moved in movie form, everything timed. Fast forwarded and slowed down. Behind, in front, behind, in front. Black white black white changing shades pulling them on and off. The trek through enemy territory came next. Tenderloin babies rotting in the streets and men with newspapers taking advantage of our state of logic. Barefoot and scared we left the place with a snapshot to remind of the banality. Returned to the jungle gym and the clouds swirled like smoke while faeries and monsters dancing to a common beat.  The skittles tasted like death. The lurching structure of the civic center dome leaned forward and back like Pisa ready for dissention. Moments of terror, thirst and bladder overload hindered these moments. Providing fear in my unknown realm. Trying to find my way through devilish eyes and crows’ crows. The sun was back out glittering walls with yellow and gold. Afraid to enter the love playground once again. Natalie dancing barefoot in the street on the brink of a seagull carcass. Alleys so dark no light could penetrate. A trek to find a familiar face ended with the return the high rise apartments and taking refuge till night and the whirlwind of mind fragility ended. Trying to get back to the downtown hotel took much effort for every moment of sense was accompanied by ten million moments of nonsense. Lines of maps merged and taxis, Muni’s and buses made no sense. Davin and Jaime made us okay. Walking to Van Ness and taking the 47 to Broadway. The bus ride cramped in a circle looking at strangers like friends and realizing the mistake and fearlessly retreating to our inner layer. The stop was magnanimous and the refuge surely needed. We retired: showered, pajama-ed and happy. Ate PB and J’s with triscuits and watched our window like hypnotized monkeys. Watching every poor Barbie princess struggle with all their might to get a cab on Love Fest weekend. Or watching tourists unable to get their cars out of parking spots. Watching unknowns asking unknowns for cab rides without cab fare. Radio music and recollection of the day. Bowl smoking and still tripping. Putting up more mid 90’s teen hotties on the wall. Laughing about everything. Doing impressions, songs and charades. Coloring, writing, drawing. Loving each other’s closeness and familiarity for the strange way that we all went to the same high school. Love in love. From 1 pm to 2 am we entered the spiritual love odyssey. Sleep came somewhere at that point with Davin leaving “The End” chiming in my ear.

a dull, clenching pain
the hunger!