looking back, it was all more perfect than i could have imagined.  that is the way it goes i guess.  we keep going, creating temporary utopias everywhere our feet land.

JEFF BARK

“the heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground.  but in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. the heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment.  the heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.  conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.  what then shall we choose? weight or lightness?”

—milan kundera “the unbearable lightness of being”

will  be skanks. 

there’s no need to bother if you know better

jh engstrom

from back home

who said the aura is dead?

i am flawed if i’m not free.

zool-ma-ree,

this is for you.

all of the sudden i am a mistress and i can’t even say his name.  i’m not allowed to ruin him.  i am not allowed to turn him into tiger woods.  he is in columbia hugging kids with cancer for the cameras and i am peeing in alleyways .  how can you go from being someone’s first love to their first mistress?

the socio-economic benefits no longer outweigh the bullshit

oh cecilia (local natives cover)

i don’t think any of us fall in love like we used to.