It's That Time of Year Again...

From the archives of my hero, Ze Frank:

Genius

Pharoah Sanders

I'm Voting Republican!

Traveling the Backwoods...

06.24.08

Submit ~ Conform ~ Obey

Best ATM greeting I've ever seen.
DNA Filled Nights:


More of the evening: fabulously documented as always, by Nightshade

If I Had A Penny...

For all the times you've let me slip under your safe&warm wing...
we may just be able to afford the gas to BRC!
Thank you, my gracious friend.
I love you dearly.

Pura Vida Mi Amorcito

Current Rotation: Deftones meet Leonard Cohen
Homesick for Brooklyn,
...:::RxQ:::...

Con mucho cariño...

Harlem's Hilton #28

Swelling Heart

"Tramps like us baby, we were born to run"
--Bruce Springsteen







Notable text message of the day:
"Want to b in commercial 4 korean GPS system? Need to b herASAP til 730. Pls call"
Hah ha ha -- I love you DG.

Wheresoever you go...

Go with all your heart.
~Confucius

MADLY in love with my life these days:

As Time Goes By

Current Rotation: Dooley Wilson...

I brave the tundra with sweet purpose.

Saturday Morning Sessions

Checked OUT...

I have no desire whatsoever to be on the computer right now...
Some photos are up on the other site, but the whole story will come soon.

















shewzyQQ

Missing Muh Midnight Rides...

Get well soon babydoll!
Love You, sQ

The Untold Want

"The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find."
~Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

"Oh, Jerry don't let's ask for the moon, we have the stars."
[waxing gibbous, 97%]

I Want To Be The Mitochondrion

[love for the work of David Ho]

Though outdated now, I'm tired of hearing that I'm not blogging - so, here's one of my many little private letters of links...

"Severing proteins induce kinks in the filament and lead to the formation of short fragments that rapidly de-polymerize or give rise to new filaments."
--Biovisions @ Harvard video

A fabulous video about the inner life of a cell, more like a social study in my little world. (from ZF, of course)

Basically, my words no longer serve to convey proper emotions. I'm not sure if that means things are ending, or just becoming endless?

I am prone to loving in excess - though not often is it that I wish to conume&devour. I think that behavior leads to [un]necessary reductions I am not so eager to partake in.

I spend my days roaming streets, surrounded by an eternal stream of commotion, but always left -- sitting: solitary, enslaved by nothing but my own volumes of illogical rules. Always in need of protection, but never really knowing from whom.

Counting the days until July, when I may see my Spiderman Spydercam, escape the grime, and inhale something pure.

Miss Catalina has been blowing my mind. She consistently makes me feel as though I need to be more productive, less skeptical. Always taking her work to some NEXX level shit! As does my homegirl Summer - with her paintings that often make me write desperate responses late in the night:

Out of hiding- a sweetly scented sleep.
Sinking in skewed and sour stories
Successively searching supplementary treasures
...Buried in a stagnant symphony...

And if that's not enough, there are always other's [post] secrets to juice off of.
[I may never have to use my own words again.]

It's time for me to get the fuck up, put on some lotion [even though I never made it to the beach] an have a likkle downtown brooklyn backyard BBQ...

Someday I will read to you Hans Christian Andersen, 'til then, here is a very cool little Fair[y] Use Tale.

Forgive me, but I always want to show you thiiiiinnngs.
--love--
...::sQ::...

Love for Logyu

More Here

All Wound Up

Over nothing.
Tuesday, NYC

CONJOINED

Madison Square Park, NYC: Roxie Paine

"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine."
The Nightingale and the Rose, Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

Whirlwinds

William Klein is today's hero.
(more, if you have the patience for annoying flash)

Archival Tributes

...::Lamentations of an Exodus::...

The Little House

DB Saves The Day...

After all these years - you never cease to swoop in an save my days Sugah.
A little Carmel and some of my very favorite Big SIR. MMmmmmm.
Adios New York!!!



(photos by DB)

It's A Slow Jerk Kinna Day

Ohmygod Mr. C, How I LOVE you so. It was really all about the introduction.
And here is what this particular blog has come to, thanks to you...

"You wanna know where you're gonna spend your eternity? Youre gonna spend it with ME, talkin' bout jesus!"

*Stop making eye contact
*We gon' make love til you wake up.
*On getting caught

YouTube of the Day

It's Bobby Brown vs. Sex Moves
brawhahahahhahahahahahah

The Phantom of Brownsville

Nature's Porn

April's Ride

I spend my days riding with the energy attained from gorging on jarfuls of Nutella. Here are this week's photos...
Click to enlarge

Cradle To The Grave

...Senseless Loss...
Forever in our hearts,
The Sweetest Nathan Grant
November 15, 1986 - April 22, 2007

99¢ Impurity

Current Rotation:
Siboney ~ Connie Francis
Voodoo ~ Screamin' Jay Hawkins
La Reine Des Mille Et Une Nuits ~ Ahmed el Maghreby & Khaled Dagher

Brooklyn Hospitals: A Summation

Notoriously Noted