Hudson Hotel by Nicole, Accommodations Courtesy of Bubblicious

not inconsistent just occassional

have you ever seen kiteboarders? i wanted to make fun of the guy with the bunny teeth until he did a 900 calfgrabwindtuckfunnelflip. it is so much easier to communicate myself when i stop pretending that i am writing for myself...just reminding ourselves not to take the situation with the stamp price increase too seriously is one way that we can win each and every day. i don't know if there is anything that i would get permanently tattooed on my neck. mostly because there is a knob that i am afraid turns out the lights...i can feel it right now. i let wade know just now, but i have really learned that it is important to eat a good breakfast. there is nothing as magnificent as watching a poodle playing with a Christmas squeak toy midway through January. He has no idea that Christmas is over. That is a testament to his supreme intelligence.

the sacred watering hole 

riding bikes 

a gift 

pretending to be in deep thought while keenly aware of the photograph being taken. 

i thought that i could never get sick of swimming in chocolate milk, but after drinking 3 gallons of it, i just wanted to huddle in the corner of the shower and cry. 

the child of ruthless abandon, able to leave his home without thinking about manila folders 

miniature albino dragons are one of the leading causes of blindness on moorea 

" 'I saw the Lord always before me.
Because he is at my right hand,
I will not be shaken.
26Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices;
my body also will live in hope,
27because you will not abandon me to the grave,
nor will you let your Holy One see decay.
28You have made known to me the paths of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence.'[e]
 

the great thing about taking a metafiction class once upon a time is that it has allowed me to feel very clever whenever i pull a where's waldo photo with me in it. 

how perilously close he was to landing head-first on the floor.  

i love my wife, not in spite of the popsicle growing out of her head, but partly because of the popsicle growing out of her head. 

yet another case of corona does its work on a group of 3 people...did they kill the demons the night before next to this bridge? i think mercy is appropriate for those of us who have been bound up so tightly by our self-medication. all we have to do is simply ask. 

wickedly beautiful carnivores in need of a good hosing down

we
we are
we are towering and splendid with semi-shiny white teeth
some of us whiter than others
discrete with our racism
referring to that inconvenient demographic
all of us with the same subtle tone
that tinge when i know that i agree with them
that for some reason it seems like if the news is true
then it really is mostly "people of color" who kill each other.
it must have something to do with that statistic about more murders occuring in the summer, like generations of sunlit skin has mutated the brain...
but to say nothing of my responsibility in this vicious cycle as i pretend to care about third world countries by giving back pats to my humanitarian friends and storing up points in heaven each time a friend risks life and limb in kenya...
i quietly accumulate, and pretend that i don't hate the impoverished for all of the nuisances that they throw my way by walking across the street as i am on my way to a restaurant, and they give me that old feeling of compassion, which is quickly replaced with annoyance, guilt, obligation, and finally a resistance to anything that i feel forced to do, like giving that man my shoes...
this is my indictment of myself, and i know from the time i was brainwashed, two years ago this weekend, that i can hit ctrlaltdel and reset, deconstruct that i might be rebuilt, or that i may be recreated for the joy of the living God...
i may actually start remembering those sweet little words...
i might actually remember that all of us men and women eat, piss, love, fear, get sick and die, and i might think again about how that mexican man waiting in the shade to be picked up and paid cash for an honest day's work loves his family, or perhaps he doesn't, but that i am him, and i am the saudi who is terrified that he is going to be lynched by a redneck caravan.
i am the african man crying in his car thinking his future has disintegrated and i am the african man who has conquered and loved. i have also been conquered by some of the slickest carniwhores as i watched them eat my soul and took pleasure in it, only to cry out to God once more, i am broken and asking you to renew me, and i have a budding hope that i have once more, for the 16,789th time, been reborn as a forgiven and cleansed man because i still believe, and i still am worthy to receive my Christ into my temple.

i love when my cell phone doesn't get reception 

luke dubsky, professional caveman 

master p 

back row

bob dylan's "time out of mind" has shown me how easy it is to draw the blinds and keep the sunshine out...when a man has done something so vile that he does not deserve joy for a week, and he has no choice but to embrace his finest mental defeat and take pleasure in it, revel in it, consider joining the dark side, and then slowly, reluctantly even, drinking enough water to wash the brain clean of the toxic healing potions gone wrong, and i think, wow i'm glad that i didn't eat mushrooms or else i would really be fucked. 

it is so convenient to think of all those countries as shapes rather than pockets of...ok. how far out to sea before we drop anchor, and how long is the rope?