u know when u r so exhausted with loneliness that dying and death seem like nothing?NOW imagine that u feel that way AND the threat of death is super fucking real.

i've got cooties. big time.Let’s put our heads together and start a new country upOur father’s father’s father tried, erased the parts he didn’t likeLet’s try to fill it in, bank the quarry river, swimWe knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river redThis is where we walked, this is where we swamTake a picture here, take a souvenir--"Cuyahoga", R.E.M.

My biggest fear is that someone is lying to me and I don't know it--not cuz i can't see it but cuz i won't let myself see it.It's the fear that someone says they like me but they really don't...It's the fear of being weak.

bushwick, baby.Greetings, World. We are yr new caretakers—slip-sliding into slimey seats of power. Generation Next, fueled by stories and promises, romanticized beatnik bullshit and booze. The future was a “work hard and you’ll get somewhere” dream that we rode lazily back and forth like a half-pipe, gleaming the edges till we could see our faces reflected back at us as we got nowhere fast.

Greener "Powerhouse" sandwich

From our friends, the lunch bunch, at Greener Mag a healthy alternative to the "triple decker with cheese and a side of fries," oh yeah babe. Ingredients:2 - 1 inch slices sunflower seed bread1 - 1/2 inch slice dill Havarti cheese, bread size1 thick slice fresh tomato4 thin slices fresh cucumbera generous amount of fresh sproutsyour favorite ranch dressingPreparation:Build your Powerhouse from

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to know the difference. its my birthday so i gave myself a new blog to add to my kingdumb.

u know what?hips really don't lie.

Trance life in half-light

im using this space to let you know i existit was only when i got on the train and the doors closed that i realized i still had the blunt stuck between my ear and my backwards-turned yankees hat. oh shit i thought, cuz i was in shorts and a white wifebeater speckled with syrup stains, no bag and tiny ass pockets. fucking hell, what was i going to do with this philly? i looked from side to side

open up yr heart to meand i will be yr slave.

i can't stop watching Donnie Darko. it's the kind of flick that allows for all sortsa satisfying projections.we have the same hair and eyes--blue eyes like floating disco ball portals with the sky rushing past.like six giant castles all together

for some people i suppose it would be a shock to come to the realization that hey, i like girls when i thought i only liked boys or vice-versa but for me that realization is that, holy shit, i guess i do like blonds sometimes.

fuck oliver stone.

That time just after it happened was so peaceful. There was quiet sorrow and trepidation, and a need to be around one another in silence. I remember the candle light procession in Williamsburg, the people weeping in Union Square, my neighbors gathered at sunset during that string of clear blue, beautiful days to stare at the gigantic plume over the horizon, like a tornado caught in freeze frame

Chuck E. Cheese, u don't stop...

Nick Drake, u don't stop...

Aristotle, u don't stop...

Moving my hips, moving in time with u...

Sunny daze...sleepin the days away. On my way to where the air is clean.

Wah'l nuts to that neatloaf pilgrim

A couple of years ago we introduced The Green Cutting Board's version of neatloaf, but that was then and this is now. Our new, updated version features some bright "southwestern" flavors with a little kick that doesn't take anything away from that southern comfort dish we're sure the Duke would have been happy to set a spell for.Southwestern Neatloaf with walnuts, bacon and chipotle

once more into the breach

i like having cartoons on mute while i write.it helps take the edge off the loneliness

“cuz when u call my name u know I burn like a wooden flame”

The most important thing u need to make beautiful love is BEING PRESENT. Paying attention, being enamored by, being hungry and devouring the person front of you like they’re food yet in a way that’s so DIFFERENT than if they were food…like yr living this moment playing the part of a character in Beowulf, partying-hardy at the banquet table the night before the Grendel comes and eats u whole. "

I experienced an entire anime world, all its characters and cosmologies, indeed everything that ever had or would happen in it when u touched me there like that.

Please don't go away all u people out there.

I wanted to know…How did the fact that she and her girlfriend fucked older fatherly types have anything to do with their so-called freedom as women in today’s corporate, male-dominated world? (cue: Sonic Youth’s Kool Thing in the background)We use the power of our love and lust to get what we want, she said. We’re seen and worshipped.And for that you guys need a third? You can’t do it just the

i'll be dreaming of u thru this wall of heatmy thoughts expand like mountainranges.

I’m enabled to live the life of a reclusive, Nietzschean aesthetic priest by the plethora of delivery service options that are offered in my well-heeled Manhattan neighborhood.The delivery men are my barometers of the outside world. I can smell the heat and humidity of the street radiating from them as they catch their breath after running up the four flights of stairs. Sometimes the

Girls get blue balls. How the hell would u know?