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A Cloud in Trousersâ„¢

...not a man, but - a cloud in trousers!

About Me


check my blog at:
www.theuniverseisbig.com



round and round and round he goes
where he'll stop
life only knows

i am currently halfway around the world
a consummate couch-surfer shootin' curls
world-wide journeyman living out of a backpack
mastering the art of letting go
acro-yoga manifest destiny
exceptionally good at finding lightbulbs on beaches
smarter than your average bear
constantly learning
contemplating ink
relentlessly innovating
marinating and manifesting
i don't plan, i prepare.

i think i think in poetry although i have been prone to prose
somebody told me to get lost and i took it seriously. now i can't help but to find myself in the most interesting of situations.

i try. i love. i feel. i live. i am.

My Interests

seeing what's what
knowing what for
saying what's up
answering now what

holding my loved ones in my heart. yoga (acro and ashtanga). biking. bodywork. street art. guitar hero. exploring abandoned warehouses & forgotten urban expanse. personal expression. traveling. connecting people. connecting with people. bad jokes. singing telegrams. foreign countries. emphasizing.

I'd like to meet:

you*

*bonus points if you have a good story to tell, an open mind, a fearless heart, are an ice-cream (wo)man, share, teach, dance, smile, laugh, breathe, spontaneously graceful, gracefully spontaneous, have climbed a mountain, shot a yeti in the face and lived to tell about it, settle turf wars via dance-off, and/or understand the importance of being earnest.

Music:

anything that sounds like wyld staylns
and
the sound of seaglass on shoreline
sunday morning rain
midnight

and the bouncing souls, dredg, deftones, goldfinger, tally hall, killswitch engage, fishbone, fishbone, FISHBONE, latyrx, hiroglyphics, h20, mf doom, akufen, prefuse 73, frank zappa, all sorts of house and dnb.... yadda yadda yadda.

the glitch mob is KILLING it right now, btw...

Movies:

living it.

Television:

guitar hero.

Books:

lonely planet guides
the bhagavad gita
shantaram
written on the body, jeanette winterson
the amazing adventures of kavalier and clay
anything by neil gaiman (anansi boys holla), tom robbins, kurt vonnegut, e.e. cummings, and michael ian black.

Heroes:

archbishop desmond tutu
my dad, who is a cyborg: half-man, half-amazing
my mom, who is married to a cyborg
my friends, while they might not be cyborgs, are just as neat
my Self(you gotta be good to your Self)

My Blog

getting the F outta dodge

there is no F in nyc. why? cause i've gingerly extracted it.tickets to india- booked.travel plans finalizing.companions in wanderlust lined up.what began as a tour of india has become a lap around the...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 10:12:00 PST

make we

my tongue teased herteeth begged PLEASE for release wild teacup smiles she flourished liplorn nourishmentwith a hushsly-fingered winks maintain the slight quiver of my hands as they orbit her hips...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 01:38:00 PST

sunday afternoons

I wish to dance aroundSunday afternoons wrapped in bodywarm flannel blankets shy kissed by Sunday morning sun stretched across old wooden floorboards asleep like children in our S...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 12:57:00 PST

bedpurr

mid-recline man of the hour wrapped stereo deep between feline sheets one kitten curled napping fur blonde young lovely shoulder-bound anchored in blue sleepstirring in my ear hush ...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 12:54:00 PST

seaescape (for maya)

I dreamed myself a seascapeof gold and green and blueUnderwater kingdoms under specious ruleBantam knights patrollingBearing alabaster armor with rubber boots of pinkGreen tea flowed silentsteadily fr...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 08:34:00 PST

bedtime

my fingers pluck your vibrating YOUjoking with shadows on the wallI heed calls silentslyly grinning backmy ocean, alasbetrays calmwaves wave as playground children though our silhouettes do never...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 08:29:00 PST

skin and bones

ten fingers and toesoh how does it gotwenty counts laid silent in rows(doesn't matter now)all that's needed now are two knees to bowand beg my skeleton pleasedon't leave t...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 08:15:00 PST

eden soil

don't tell mom that I found godbetween my lover's thighsreligious devotion lays prostratebetween her golden sunset and sunrise the ink of our bodies' new testament still slickshe took my se...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 08:12:00 PST

Tonight Alive

slipshod feet bled between buildingsseep silent into whitehot gaze of gauze nightwading knee deep amidstthe lightpost hazethinkingquiet, discretetonight alive more than ever  ...
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 08:11:00 PST

my 100th king hippo!!!

WE BOUT THAT!!!
Posted by A Cloud in Trousers" on Tue, 25 Oct 2005 11:20:00 PST