canóa, ecuador |
i woke up when it was still dark this morning. the birds were singing. i went and sat on the beach in the middle of all the little fishing boats. i think theyre called pongas. ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:00:00 GMT |
manhole (not a gaybar) |
i was distractedly trying to hail a cab to the bus station yesterday morning on a busy street corner in quito, and then i suddenly felt swift downward movement, some bodily pain, and was suddenl...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:46:00 GMT |
just glad i sprung for the banana republic jeans |
they’ve given me way more props down here. i’m spending my last few hours in drizzly cuenca, ecuador now, arguably the most beautiful city in ecuador. it’s right purdy. narrow cobble...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 13:50:00 GMT |
some shit is holy |
peru. i’m so fucking smitten. it seems boring to try to talk about the natural beauty. beauty is beauty is beauty. i could continue, pero.... everyw...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
a stranger in a strangely familiar land |
well......a week and a few days in the most foreign land i ever seen. granted, buenos aires aint too far a cry from from paris and n.y.c., and what is now portland. very mater...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 23:04:00 GMT |
sharadigm plift |
i have given up farm living for the time being. i've been walking around the west coast(us) metropolises in special edition air force ones, with a wad of cash, and a beer buzz. the thought...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 08:51:00 GMT |
ready to die |
my mental conception of the world right now has it shrinking and tightening before me at the same time as i start to appreciate, and be blown out by its breadth and vastness. i know that sounds ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 14:05:00 GMT |
itll eat |
a.y.c. winter episode is now available on digital video disc. send your address, if you would like a copy. but, we is going to put it up on interwb as soon as the meteor showers subside.&n...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 12:28:00 GMT |
going down on myself |
its late at night and its warm and tired. i feel lulled towards romantic whimsies. its so hard to let each day go and let the sleep i need so badly overtake me. i want the consciousn...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 02:27:00 GMT |
a testament to who i was |
i cut my finger with a serrated knife. i was cutting hard, dark crusted bread, and trying to watch a documentary about black sabbath. i was using alot of pressure, an...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 20:34:00 GMT |
