just a fever/i'll shake it off/i'm sure.

but,
how many coincidences do you get before it's considered kismet?

stormy skies/slick soles

i havent been writing many words these days... probably because ive been trying to tear myself away from the screen every chance i get. some of this is around the office, some of this is in laguna for sammys birthday, and some of this... is about shoes (im sure ill work my way up to full fledged fashion soon).

/ / /

rainy day ramen.

christian and i thought it would be a good idea to grab some ramen on this beautiful rainy day. he called sammy and i drove down. good call indeed.

/ / /












in "other" news, i finished a draft of the self portrait of a pretentious bastard last night. i dont know how good it is... or if it even is at all. it's drawing close to that point where i just have to walk away and call it what it is... a first script. but even im burdened with some level of standards. it is a weight off of my shoulders at the very least... until i get back to work on something else that is. but, at least if anyone asks if i have anything, i dont think id be too embarrassed to pass it along.

back to a lazy weekend.

my ears are hot. whatever youre talking about, please stop, this is annoying.

the scary thing is-

there will come a day when i completely subscribe to a carefully crafted mania that scientologists are responsible for every one of my disasters.

private and professional.

when this comes to pass-
please nourish it, or i will be forced to assume you are one of them.


and i will be right.

photostream.

ive been wandering thru The Commons over on flickr and ive found some pretty damn amazing stuff. here are a couple of my favorites from my cursory digging today. ill probably be adding more since im taking time to get some writing done this weekend... which means ill be spending most of my time not writing. so, if you like these, keep checking... or go for a stroll yourself.

dont. becuase i dont know.

are men marching with acoustics over warm and rolling, tumbling, hills. the downs. here and there. knobby knees of cast iron kettle green. a stretch long enough for the clouds to lay their bellies on the grass(and run along and thru a wood like children with streaming ribbons).

pretend youre an airplane. an airplane above the sky. you know no better and i want no better than:::

:::arms in the rain:::

please let me remember: i take you by the hand. knot our fingers like a language you cant untie. with fingernails clenched white; there is no place i would not follow; fast first to sleep then vanishing shadows running from; parted morning curtains; swollen with sun.

shoegaze.

preen.

your skinny ankles
dance and flop
like cousins
writing letters
talking over
strings and tin cans
plucking blades/knives
of uneven summer grass

but
hips crash like trains
and
trains crash like waves
like snakes
just imagine the dust

theres no counting casualties
in the aftermath
of

thoughtless tired hands
pulling like big gravity
like plush
like a chance to preen
in a flared lens

endless.

and.

the rain decided
to fall
all at once.

apparently.