Sunday, March 29, 2009

in monterey

i think a john steinbeck saga would be great.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Monday, March 23, 2009


we have lingered in the
chambers of the sea,
by sea-girls wreathed with
seaweed red and brown,
till human voice wake us,
and we drown

-t.s. eliot

Sunday, March 22, 2009


i see no harm in mexican food and a long walk after dark. can i not take my time on the Path toward the Infinite? am i not allowed a little subtlety in life?

I need you just as you need to not understand this just as much as the leaves need to continue to fall off the trees so someone can please sweep them off the streets every Thursday between one and five. Is that not the Path toward the Infinite? Existence? My flash of the subtle.

Thursday, March 19, 2009


i met a guy. he was riding his bike, but he wanted to fight. i told him "shut up and skate! cause man, there's just no way that i desire to fight a guy like you on a bike." man there's just no way.

i just saw jason beggs. we used to be best friends (that's what i called all my friends, but that was back in 8th grade. that's when i called jason beggs, and i called all of my friends - i called them all my best friends. but that was back in the day). that was back in the day.

i watched some mexican guys, they're playing handball outside with a beer and a light. it must be friday again. that's right, cause friday is when they play their handball outside with a beer and a light, all the mexican guys. all the mexican guys with a beer and a light.

Monday, March 16, 2009

sleeping over

ashes to ashes & dust to dust
we shall return to the sea
dust it will settle, and then all will see!
(if death is ready for me)

and if i am wanted in heaven or hell
either way, i will be free.