candy

I recently stumbled across a tragic tale of love, obsession, and tragedy in an unlikely bottom shelf locale in the video store entitled Candy. The movie stars Heath Ledger circa 2005, who plays an absolutely phenomenal lover, drug addict bohemian lifestyled boyfriend opposite Abbie Cornish. The two become meddled within a love triangle involving heroin, and whilst Candy paints beautiful paintings , one entitled "an afternoon of extravegant delight," the heroin soon becomes her first and only priority.The movie is beautifully shot, I mean...it captures the bohemian lifestyle that all quarterlifes yearn for; a passionate love, an artsy calling, an unescapable addiction...its good. watch it!

golden legos

And today beams a memory of all things lovely in the strange world of sarah. Its quite strange how paths and frames of mind change within each bounty of each day; odd odd odd illusions. odd things are lovely. it adds character. it puts hair on a mans chest. and there aint nothing sexier than that. amen, sistah jane. so a random notion and frame of mind; I just bought these really funky stickers; "war is not healthy for children and other living things" and i slapped them all the hell over the place; on the car, the computer, even the stall at school where i like to pee; you know..the one with all the cool, witty comments that are fun to read. I always make sure to go in the third stall down; yes, that one bitch, and oh! yet another witty remark in black sharpee. I always want to write this one phrase down; yet Id find it rather odd to be sitting, peeing, and vandalizing school property, so Ive decided to just be an observer of such. anyways, i stuck a sticker in that stall, and it adds color to the other what dim surroundingd. amen brotha jonah!

peace and love...
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today today today today! marvelous things await
(i love the word marvelous; its underused but oh so



the blue skies beam so bright; hitting the eye with a pulsing fiery effect
The houses under the golden san francisco light glisten and glow; the pinks distinct from the peaches distinct from the creams, but all alligned so beautifully ontop the rolling hills. At night these same hills are flushed with distinct rows of lights lights all blinking and glowing and trinkling and dinging and forcing their presensce against the black lit sky.
Houses...forming...patterns up and down streets like Legos with bright, egocentric colors stacked..one on top of the other; a child's most creative masterpiece. A plethora of Victorian windows with decadent vintage ironwork, giving each house its own distinct personality and sharing its life in tune with the ebb and flow of each month's moon.
And, most wonderful of all; that time of day when the sun begins to glisten in gold, and oranges and pinks and all other bizarre and unlikely colors. And I sit there atop the terrace or maybe in the living room sipping a cup of pure afternoon delight and every building on the street glistens in warmth.

black shiny multitudes

"...and how boring each was. Compared to the experience of the...infinite...and a life in which the subject is not scholastic or bureucratic but...Me and Us; the attuned ones amid the non-musical, shiny black shoe multitudes. I with my eyes on that almost invisible hole up there in the r-r-r-edwood sky...


from: The Electric Acid Koolaid Test
by Tom Wolfe

rice and beans

Truly beautiful. (Mostly) untouched. One big lush, decadent rainforest. Birds with equisite and blinding color, wildlife with infinite abundance flooding the tops of the trees, beaches of white sand and the warmest of waters. equisite. the people..they live simple lives, no frills, nothing fancy...and their lack thereof has no effect on them whatsoever. they are just....content...with..what they have...their life of simplicity...and their smiles, oh, their lovely smiles beaming a brilliant white against the dark chocolate tone of their skin. its lovely! It is nothing short of a heavenly paradise. If there's one place ive been thus far in which I would like to go back time and time again, it is costa rica.

collision

when will our worlds collide? Not collide in the sense of a quiet stroll in the park...but in the form of total explosive, undeniable, multifaceted chaos.

Blinding lights, screeching sirens, dizzy spells; a form of passion the senses
have lusted for their whole lives.
Exposed to your divine beauty, day and night with be an undefineable continum
...for i will lose track of time all together

Blind to all other elements, your eyes will be my center of gravity.
Your words will be put to life by that deep hum you so graciously protrude will halt
the maladies of even the worst days.
you are the one, but where are you?

to whom it may

to whom it may concern. in an effort to break away from any structure that surrounds me, please....i ask of you....drop me in the midst of this non-industrialized behavior, please.

....and,
thank
you

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