twitchy twitchy twitchy

artsy projects can only keep me entertained so long.

i need a real job.

my computer's view today

i scream healthy lifestyle.

haydee

nothing to do at work means long lunches with friends and plenty of time for artistic development!

you're a dream to me.

i had a pet lobster once

actually, it was a crawfish.
named howard.

speaking of howard...
while biking through the 6th & howard intersection this afternoon, i noticed that the little white walking symbol starts a considerable amount of time before the light turns green. i'm talking a good 3 seconds. (and this is city pace... so it's really like four weeks).

nowhere else in SOMA is like that. just good ol' 6th street.

i bet it's for the denziens.
crack and weed and steel reserve usually give you the sense that you're crossing a crosswalk eons quicker than you actually are. (besides racing crawfish, i also spent my childhood watching after school specials on PBS and re-writing my D.A.R.E. essay 16 times.)














ohhhhh 6th street..........
the beauty horror novelty personality.

¿ǝɹǝɥ ʇǝb ǝʍ pıp ʍoɥ

a twenty-something staring through the bookstore glass
shivering
at a romantic notion of living
the jack kerouac material-free life

while in the very next doorframe

a man lays upon grey concrete
shivering
from chill, hunger, and withdrawal
in his fleece-free sleeping bag


"oh... valencia-a-a. with your blood still cold on the ground."

metaphoreplay

you are a friendly smile in a sea of republicans
you are a DQ® dipped cone on a humid summer day
you are more hope than the obama campaign on november 5th
you are more authentic than that first episode of survivor
you are a sweet familiar in a world of strangers
you are a G chord in a score of minor sixths
you are like water in a concrete desert
you are like coming home