have i told ya, have i told-yuh?

msniiina: SHINNE LIKE A .. BROOKE BY NIINA

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:36:33 -0500

msniiina:

SHINNE LIKE A .. BROOKE BY NIINA

wnycradiolab: toffany: fibonacci nacho Heh. My Craving for...

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 09:03:56 -0500

wnycradiolab:

toffany:

fibonacci nacho

Heh.

My Craving for Mexican Explained!!!

"Repetition, broadly construed, is in everything. It’s in our breath, and our pulse. It’s sunrise,..."

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 08:18:36 -0500

“Repetition, broadly construed, is in everything. It’s in our breath, and our pulse. It’s sunrise, sunset. It’s spring summer fall winter. The tides, cell division. Bad habits, and good ones. The daily grind. Annoyingly repetitive thoughts. It’s in music, art, dance, architecture. Religion, history. Doodling, nail-biting, toe-tapping, smoking. Menstruation, masturbation, sex. Rhythm is repetition. Rhyme is repetition.”

- Elizabeth Giddens on the value of repetition (via wnycradiolab)

… And folks say nothing lasts forever….

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether: Anthony Kiedis, David Bowie...

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 08:16:59 -0500

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Anthony Kiedis, David Bowie and Johnny Depp

Inspiration for a cool people photo album Ive been tryna do for a while. Today Im buying a disposable and getting all my coolest friends to hangout.

the-rx: Mathieu Group M24 ‘Math’ anyone?

Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:00:21 -0500

the-rx:

Mathieu Group M₂₄

‘Math’ anyone?

Photo

Sat, 08 Dec 2012 17:43:07 -0500

Truss’ aint shit.

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 14:10:01 -0400

Truss’ aint shit.

who wants to meditate? alivewiththestars: Beautiful.

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 11:37:46 -0400

who wants to meditate?

alivewiththestars:

Beautiful.

my hero. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14-NdQwKz9w

Tue, 28 Feb 2012 15:33:17 -0500

my hero.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14-NdQwKz9w

the-rx: Everything is nothing with a twist.

Tue, 28 Feb 2012 15:31:39 -0500

the-rx:

Everything is nothing with a twist.

"There is invisible writing on the back of the diploma you will receive, and in case you didn’t..."

Sun, 23 Oct 2011 18:44:46 -0400

“There is invisible writing on the back of the diploma you will receive, and in case you didn’t bring lemon juice to decode it, I can tell you what it says: You are Brilliant, and the Earth is Hiring. The earth couldn’t afford to send recruiters or limos to your school. It sent you rain, sunsets, ripe cherries, night blooming jasmine, and that unbelievably cute person you are dating. Take the hint.”

- Paul Hawken

Projector Ring …enough said.

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 16:57:37 -0400

Projector Ring

…enough said.

Tryna Start A Book Club…

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 16:51:23 -0400

Tryna Start A Book Club…

Hurricane Irene (in its dreams!)

Sun, 28 Aug 2011 18:38:56 -0400

Hurricane Irene (in its dreams!)

oldpeopleinlove: Scooter Old Couple by fotozon on...

Wed, 10 Aug 2011 17:13:49 -0400

oldpeopleinlove:

Scooter Old Couple by fotozon on Flickr.

Couples Rock.

submerge yourself!

Wed, 10 Aug 2011 17:00:02 -0400

submerge yourself!

chemistry, you and i, like boiling atoms we compare: we...

Tue, 09 Aug 2011 22:17:08 -0400

chemistry,

you and i,

like boiling atoms we compare:

we kinetically oppose eachother

and are separating quickly

into thin air.

((If only it’d stay warm forever))

I MISS FRANCE

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 12:09:50 -0400

tea, ah;
oui oui!
drink a bit and sip your time.

“stella atoir”, you say instead,
“and red wine i like just fine.”

pages flip the storybook days
in a place,
a space,
a trace,
thats laced
with ivy walls,
lengthy lashes
rosey cheeks;
everyones tall.

I cant speak
yet cobblestone streets
lead me feet
to:

rows of chateauxs
lines for wine
stripes and pipes
and boats and totes.

“more!” i say, “more!”
yet nothing exists by name of s`more.
it maybe a sign or maybe a clue
the more you’re in France
the more France comes to you

Always and All Around

Sat, 23 Jul 2011 12:01:00 -0400

I’m sitting under oak tree curtains that

presently shade me from light;

but shed on me wisdom.

Each idea

is fallen via

peeping beams

partial streams

creeping gleems

that fall on me.

Striking no less than bolts of a storm

shiver me timber

but tingling more.

From the tips of my toes

to the hairs in my nose,

sunsations run strong

and complete surrounding

puts me in awe.

For the grass and the leaves and the birds all the same

tell me that I’m the only one here with a name

But alone and detached I surely am not

Now I lay still and finally I’m taught:

Starts with cicadas

I’ll hear if I listen

Followed by ants lost in grass;

blades twisted.

Familiar feeling

no knit-pick or shock

as they graze my thighs

from bottom to top.

Subtle reminders

they dont make a sound

Their presence once lost

is now again found.

Such tender loving makes me wonder:

Do the ants truly care?

Or is it beams of light obvious

that there’s someone else there.

Photo

Mon, 04 Jul 2011 14:39:55 -0400