"Exploring" may be hazardous to your dignity
Lollipops.
(pauses for violent reactions)
Care for a nipple, anyone?
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(pauses for violent reactions)
Care for a nipple, anyone?
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christopher st.,
new york
Coney Island
Monday, July 20, 2009
Last Saturday, J, M, and I decided to take the E train to its last stop. It's interesting how the sea calls us still. And even if it wasn't the best beach to go to, we couldn't wait to be near the water's edge.
Plus points:
Soft-serve banana ice-cream
Man in orange briefs showing off his BALLS
Old Woman in a BRA
EXTRA white people
We have an instinct to deny our landlocked state and acknowledge the mariners that that we are. Like turtles born on land, we know that we must seek “the pounding of the waves,” the pulsing of collective memory. Not exempted from the mixing of blood and water in our veins, the sea is part of us. And though we risk the assuring concreteness of land, time and time again, we realize the need to thread through the unknown and surrender our gravity. Only then do we experience reconciliation between what we are and what we'll never completely be. And so finally we return to shore, ready to hold up our own weight, if only to wait and be called home again.
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coney island,
photography,
ramblings
The Function of Art 1
Thursday, July 16, 2009
On the 1 train to 51st Street, a man armed with charcoal and a small notebook entered one day. Swirls of color stained his arms with tattoos that must have meant something to him. To her they whispered, "We cannot be contained."
Glancing around, he waited for something to speak--mysterious eyes, a shy smile, a strand of hair waiting to be brushed away. In their seeming ordinariness, he knew that each one still had a story to tell; each face, a fleeting testament to one's odysseys. But his eyes finally rested on her. He recognized her even if he'd never known her. And so with a strange sense of urgency, he simplified her life with lines of black and white, illuminating her soul with shaded depths of gray.
When he was satisfied, he flipped his notebook. A collection of strangers flash by. She wasn't his first. Stepping out, he hides a smile, proud to carry with him a testament to each one's secret desire--"Please see beyond me."
Recordar: To remember, from the Latin re-cordis, to pass back through the heart.
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Glancing around, he waited for something to speak--mysterious eyes, a shy smile, a strand of hair waiting to be brushed away. In their seeming ordinariness, he knew that each one still had a story to tell; each face, a fleeting testament to one's odysseys. But his eyes finally rested on her. He recognized her even if he'd never known her. And so with a strange sense of urgency, he simplified her life with lines of black and white, illuminating her soul with shaded depths of gray.
When he was satisfied, he flipped his notebook. A collection of strangers flash by. She wasn't his first. Stepping out, he hides a smile, proud to carry with him a testament to each one's secret desire--"Please see beyond me."
Recordar: To remember, from the Latin re-cordis, to pass back through the heart.
LDF
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
If only I could stop breathing,
squeeze this ache and
clasp the vertigo inside me
in my fists...
If only I could run
to close this space
that reminds me that we're apart,
If only I could make you truly see--
see me,
how I am without you,
Then there would be no need for these quiet tears, shouting in ALL CAPS, and emoticons.
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squeeze this ache and
clasp the vertigo inside me
in my fists...
If only I could run
to close this space
that reminds me that we're apart,
If only I could make you truly see--
see me,
how I am without you,
Then there would be no need for these quiet tears, shouting in ALL CAPS, and emoticons.
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poetry
Bird in Flight
Fingers melt into sable wings.
I, a fluttering form
unable to escape these walls.
Nature dictates
its well-worn path--
This is north,
That is south.
I must go my own way.
But I cannot help
but be defined by you,
pulled by an instinct
born before me.
Ah, nature.
Or cruel fate?
I think we both yearn to break
away from this bond
and discover
our own shapes,
removed from these hands--
this glaring light,
that only illuminates our
incapacity to see beyond ourselves.
So why do we hold on
to this painful mimicry,
of me trying to be what you are,
a life void of color,
unable to let you go.
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poetry
Rationalize!
I ABHOR Omission!
Why? I would do the same.
Why?
It will just sour the talking!
You're talking about good things and then you're going to mix in those other people for no good reason?
How would that go, "Oh, by the way, I hung out with so-and-so"
But isn't honesty always first. What else is there, without honesty.
Peace?
How do you rescue that--hanging out with so-and-so?
To rescue it you have to say, "she's actually interesting"
I guess.
Which makes it even more weird!
The other option is "wala lang"
---Which is WORSE because you'll think he's being secretive!
Fine.
Rational, but not helpful.
So no exit talking about pointless meetings
So just omit!
Omission is the key to healthy relationshipssss.
What a lovely way to live.
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Why? I would do the same.
Why?
It will just sour the talking!
You're talking about good things and then you're going to mix in those other people for no good reason?
How would that go, "Oh, by the way, I hung out with so-and-so"
But isn't honesty always first. What else is there, without honesty.
Peace?
How do you rescue that--hanging out with so-and-so?
To rescue it you have to say, "she's actually interesting"
I guess.
Which makes it even more weird!
The other option is "wala lang"
---Which is WORSE because you'll think he's being secretive!
Fine.
Rational, but not helpful.
So no exit talking about pointless meetings
So just omit!
Omission is the key to healthy relationshipssss.
What a lovely way to live.
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ramblings
How much space does one person need?
So this is it...
This is the living room. LANG. hehe. I'm planning to make it my bedroom. :)
Then down here is the kitchen. It's HUUUGE.
And this is the bedroom which I plan to convert to my work room. :) It's really too much space for just one person.
Visitors, anybody? nudge. nudge.
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This is the living room. LANG. hehe. I'm planning to make it my bedroom. :)
Then down here is the kitchen. It's HUUUGE.
And this is the bedroom which I plan to convert to my work room. :) It's really too much space for just one person.
Visitors, anybody? nudge. nudge.
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turners falls
Orientales Putas!
(9th ave and Hudson? What does that MEAN? hahahaha!)
Last Sunday, we ended up drinking with J's friends from Kaplan. Apparently, there was a girl there who had a crush on her classmate so she got the wrong idea (thought J was after the guy) so she kinda got pissed. We thought it would be easier if we just left but the other girls told us to stay. So, we did.
We ended up drinking on the rooftop of their apartment.
The moon was full...with beer and drunken laughter.
"EXCUUSE, Why is two?"
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Last Sunday, we ended up drinking with J's friends from Kaplan. Apparently, there was a girl there who had a crush on her classmate so she got the wrong idea (thought J was after the guy) so she kinda got pissed. We thought it would be easier if we just left but the other girls told us to stay. So, we did.
We ended up drinking on the rooftop of their apartment.
The moon was full...with beer and drunken laughter.
"EXCUUSE, Why is two?"
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new york
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