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12 May 2016 @ 12:35 am
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Ashton % Friday
Marcus and Terry a% Tues
Iceberg % Wed

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17 March 2016 @ 03:50 pm
 
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one note song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing there to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page
 
 
11 March 2016 @ 04:15 am
 
A spotless conscience demands a life free of desire
 
 
Parked near Temple
Walked to find food, ended up going all the way up Montgomery to the Ritz
Expressing my love of israel to an old jewish couple: "it is an ideological stronghold"
Back down to Union Square
Back up to Stockton and Bush to eat at Bouche
Ro sham bo'd:
chill vs. fun
inside an establishment vs. the streets
2 drinks drunk vs. drunk-drunk (metaphysically drunk)
random crazy vs. experiment
Fun > streets > 2 drinks > experiment
Brainstormed. Thought about placing eggs in odd places
Crazy lady with suit cases, wish we had those eggs to throw at her
Unable to obtain eggs, as it was the magic hour
Capo's: doesn't seem like a fun place to be, except for the guy ecstastically waving at us
Vesuvio's: derp guy, desperate bar chick, annoying instagram bartender
Vesuvio's: notes (taut with emotion, full rabbit), had 1 drink did not get drunj
NOTES:
I am TAUT with emotion
A most urgent request. NEEDED: 2 dozen eggs.
I will die alone.
Depressed. Rich. Single. (Phone number) P.S. Emotional
Bitter almonds quote
Bloodsport quote about hiding your nuts
Last line of finnegan's wake--END NOTES.
Liquor store: vodka, bananas, chips, hi chews, twinkies, lighter, permanent markers, ginger ale
dunne's st @ broadway / kearny; hobohemianed out on the steps
c'est un egg, ate bananas, watched a guy pull into a parking structure
Walked back to car
The two guys--talk to them or nah?
Crepes St Germain
Home
Easter island heads have bodies
 
 
20 February 2016 @ 07:15 pm
for luis.
the allures of shopping at IKEA for the furnishings
of your new studio only lasted about 3 hours; the dark,
dark designs percolated by your aimless driving brought
us to an empty baseball field where it seemed more than fifty,
maybe even a hundred ducks awaited our reign of terror;
but how do we get over there, the gate is locked;
years of military service prepared you for this moment;
you scaled the high fence nimbly, landed on your feet; a black cat
with all nine of his lives in tact; now it's your turn, you said with a laugh;
you caught me by the hips on the way down---one of the numerous small
feats of strength that kept me both safely and arrogantly beside you;
the ducks didn't stand a chance; we ran after them belting our war cries,
shrieking and honking and quacking until we grew tired of pretending to hunt;
there was a building in the distance: NO TRESPASSING;
our smirks uncanny; hand in hand we slipped under a curled
part of the fence; around the corner, a museum of graffiti unfurled;
fucks and shits and names of food in embellished, reinterpreted art
deco; a way to the roof via a tall, rickety, broken ladder; stalwartly tested,
your hand extended out to me near the rungs at the top; a barren landscape
before us, like the lit side of the moon; dirt parking lot, serene baseball field;
the ducks, calling, forming Vs in the sky; you squeezed my hand; ew, here?
---i made a face; you laughed and settled for kissing instead;
on our way out, you found a can of black spray paint; at first,
you scrawled on the wall a dog with floppy ears; my wise, endeared smile
must have communicated something to you, because the next thing
you drew was my name, paint sputtering dry from the nozzle
before you could complete the fourth and last letter; i took my dark hands
and formed its shape on the wall; (you wouldn't have known what
your handiwork meant to me; at the time i was looking for any sign of life
up there; any sign of water, footsteps, greenery, that could tell me
i might exist)---your jack slackened: look, a blimp, you said;
once again, your thoughts just barely out of reach.
 
 
 
19 February 2016 @ 09:01 pm
for luis.

another night of fragrant spring drizzle
home again after a long day of silence
we both headed up the stairs and you
stopped halfway to check
(your phone)

(i always knew.) the unspoken
agreements between us were
what elevated us and what moved
us apart---glaciers just barely
grazing one another, heading
toward their private watery abysses

you trotted down, I on
the top landing. where
will you go?

to see a man about a horse, you
said.

when you opened the door to leave,
rain and dead blossoms blew inside---
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14 February 2016 @ 02:58 pm
Motorcyclist killed, 4 injured in crash on 170 Freeway in North Hollywood

By: City News Service

Friday, Feb. 12, 2016 - 6:32 p.m.

NORTH HOLLYWOOD >> A motorcyclist was killed and four other people sustained minor injuries Friday in a crash involving four other vehicles on the southbound 170 Freeway in North Hollywood.

The 33-year-old Van Nuys man was pronounced dead at the scene of the crash, which was reported about 10:15 a.m. north of Riverside Drive, according to the California Highway Patrol.

A 62-year-old Los Angeles man driving a 2006 Chrysler 300 swerved into an adjoining lane and collided with the rear of a two-axle Chevrolet Express truck that was being driven by a 35-year-old Bell Gardens man, according to the CHP.

The truck was then pushed into the right side of a 2001 Mercedes-Benz ML320, driven by an 81-year-old Montrose woman, which was stopped in the far left lane. That sent the Mercedes into the HOV lane, directly into the path of the victim's 2014 Yamaha Bolt, which struck the rear of the Mercedes, the CHP reported.

The motorcycle "bounced off the Mercedes" and struck a 2013 Nissan Versa, driven by a 37-year-old North Hollywood man, that was stopped in the left main lane, according to the CHP.

The Nissan was pushed into a 2015 Honda Accord, driven by a 19-year-old Panorama City woman, that was stopped directly ahead, according to the CHP.

The injured drivers were all treated at the scene and released.

The crash caused major delays on the southbound side of the freeway.

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27 January 2016 @ 12:21 am
Kaveen Chan 😂
 
 
24 January 2016 @ 02:36 am
unlocks at the sound of your voice
gifts itself, in chestnut colored memories
a midday lullaby to cure the unrest.
you told me once that
you were lonely.

(you were smiling a secretive smile.)

at fourteen, anything could have laid
its dark, cold hands on my heart and
squeezed until it exploded into pulp.
but how interested were you
in that type of gore?

i've met many since you
who are very much into gore.

in fact, the virginal beating heart, slick and sticky,
velveteen red milk running between
their fingers with every squeeze--transfixed, see?--
really gets them off.

into a dark, deep
crevice a small pebble tumbles, with no one to
hear its final thud.

(hiding in all the distractions.)

and where have you been all of these years?

(still living
that enviable lifestyle
of simple, uncalculated love.)

and where am i, but thinking
of you, here, where the stars
are drowned out by so much light?
 
 
19 January 2016 @ 03:43 am
at night, we all went
to his house for a drink
he was not well
all the best things had left him
earlier that day-- all at once
so odd, that he should pick
up his telephone and phone us over

there was alcohol. and all of us were lonely
the hours drawled, stupors soon evident
strangers coupled, upholstery mounted
desecrated
what was left-- me and him, in chairs
facing one another. kitchen dim, all
lights but one had burnt out
what is love?, i asked

to which he replied, nothing on this earth
everything here is broken
consumable, contextualized
angry, artificial, possessed
half-witted, vainglorious, ashen
haphazard, senseless
ask me what a man is
does he ever love at all?
or is he riddled with delusions?
are his dreams unrealized forecasts?
do others touch, or do they merely
spark light?

sensing this was quite over my head,
i left the house. i stood on the porch
anxiously waiting for that sober chill
as the sun was rising,
on the horizon,
i thought i saw a deer atop a hill
 
 
 
25 December 2015 @ 07:51 pm
Perilous, hours-long detour on Pillbox hike.
We made it to the base of the mountain at the same time the rescue party arrived.
The surest way to get yourself to feel excited that you're alive is to get lost on a steep, rocky mountain in the dark.
 
 
13 December 2015 @ 08:02 pm
 
Happy birthday, Chris Mack. Rest in peace.
 
 
04 December 2015 @ 05:26 am
 
erica b.
camelback in antioch
219-2718
orbit light show, raves, taurus, little dog
rehab (edm)
estranged from luna
kairi slave to bf
mother has cancer
 
 
02 December 2015 @ 03:32 am
my favorite security guard made me hella laugh.  some bullet points for you to enjoy:

  • his current favorite song is Justin Bieber's Love Yourself.

  • he worked at the DownLow in Berkeley as a barback.  he saw Justin Bieber perform before he was famous.  when he saw Bieber's promo poster 2 months before the performance, he mistook Bieber for a hot lesbian.  then when Bieber showed up on stage with ludacris he was like, what?

  • he saw Afroman at the DownLow.  Afroman gave him 2 blunts and a 40, lmao.

  • he had a collection of roaches from various stars, like Bieber and Afroman and Method Man.  he used to bring the roaches home and line them up on a shelf, with little sticky notes labeling whose roaches they were. me: "wait, like, you had them all laid out?  you didn't keep them in a jar?" him: "no, yeah, they were all laid out, and labeled with post it notes.  this one is Bieber's, this one is Afroman's.  this one is Method Man's. Like that."

  • he was kinda an alcoholic so one night he took the oldass 40 from Afroman and drank it.

  • also he was kind of a high ass, so he also took all of the roaches, rolled them into one, and smoked them.

  • he worked at some of the strip clubs on Broadway in SF.  he's been fired from a bunch of the clubs there.  he is 86'd from any deja vu establishment.  like if they swipe his card there is a warning to not let him in.

  • he asked me not to tell people that he was mistook bieber for a hot lesbian and was excited to see him.

 
 
02 December 2015 @ 03:18 am
 
subject line: 2:50am what am i doing here
On Wed, Dec 2, 2015 at 3:08 AM, Don't Stop <myemail@email.com> wrote:

friendly and hilarious with a dark underbelly?  i like.  though i'm also hella judging you, ms. whole foods and wine haha.  my name is jd.  i'm a spunky, chubby, dark-skinned asian girl who hops onto craigslist because, from time to time, i like my adventures take a sexual and/or literary twist.  just to give you an idea of what kind of person i am: tonight i wrote a poem about how much i love the dark.  not like, satanic dark?  more like, 2-4am dark.  the kinds of things that happen at that time.  prior to that, my friend and i were texting back and forth about various things, and we started talking about memory; we're both bad with numbers but great with words.  she listed three of her favorite poems.  in case you are curious, one of them is lady of shalott and the other is earth tremors felt in missouri:

    "The earth, with others on it, turns in its course
    as we turn toward each other, less than ourselves, gross,
    mindless, more than we were. Pebbles, we swell
    to planets, nearing the universal roll,
    in our conceit even comprehending the sun,
    whose bright ordeal leaves cool men woebegone."

this friend with such awesome taste in poetry and i met online in 2006 and we've hit it off.  it was her 30th birthday this past sunday.  anyway, so for whatever reason the stanza above made me really feel like writing.  disclaimer: i am not a writer.  after i wrote a bunch of freeverse vomit, i went back to work, finished work, walked downstairs to the lobby and chopped it up with my favorite security guard, works graveyard shift.  he told me about how he used to work at the DownLow and saw justin bieber before he was famous.  when he saw bieber's promo poster a couple of months before the performance he thought bieber was a hot lesbian lmao. when bieber showed up on stage with ludacris he felt like, instant regret.  he also told me how he used to work some of the strip clubs on broadway.  he is 86'd from any deja vu establishment in sf.  like if they swipe his card it literally is like, ERT nope.  we lol'd some more and then i drove home listening to a maroon 5 cd.  i don't even like maroon 5 that much but it's actually really good music.  now i'm here at home.

i just wrote this long email to you not knowing whether you will reply or not.  contrary to how long, rambly, and insane this email seems i am actually a high functioning individual in society who loves watching cat videos and gambling in reno.  i don't know who you are but i liked the shape of your email/words.  classy, confident, and my age.
 
 
CURRENT MOOD: 4amy
CURRENT MUSIC: Maroon 5 - Give a Little More