Flashback

So this abominable hair cut originates back to Dame Streisand. unfortunately, it was bad back then, it was bad a few months ago, and hopefully it will never be repeated. Ladies lets let the past stay in the past.

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Jack Kerouac’s Letter to his Ex-Wife

I have lots of things to teach you now,
in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me
under a pine tree in North Carolina
on a cold winter moonlit night.

It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry.
It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside.
We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known
that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Close your eyes,
let your hands and nerve-ends drop,
stop breathing for 3 seconds,
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,
and you will remember the lesson you forgot,
which was taught in immense milky ways
of cloudy innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all.
It is all one vast awakened thing.
I call it the golden eternity.
It is perfect.
We were never really born,
we will never really die.
It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea
of a personal self,
other selves,
many selves everywhere,
or one universal self.
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea.
That which passes through everything, is one thing.
It’s a dream already ended.
There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end.
They never show any expression,
they are like empty space.
Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away.
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space,
which is the one universal essence of mind,
the one vast awakenerhood,
empty and awake,
will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

Miguel Pinero- I'm in love again

I'm in love again. My new favorite writer Miguel Pinero. Fan-fucking-tastic




My new favorite actor, Benjamin Bratt, as my BFF just pointed out "his smile could single handedly give a girl a hardon i think I think thats an actual fact too"



One of my favorite Pinero poems. If you havent seen the movie yet do so, if you haven't bought the books yet, DO IT NOW.

A Lower East Side Poem

Just once before I die
I want to climb up on a
tenement sky
to dream my lungs out till
I cry
then scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.

So let me sing my song tonight
let me feel out of sight
and let all eyes be dry
when they scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.

From Houston to 14th Street
from Second Avenue to the mighty D
here the hustlers & suckers meet
the faggots & freaks will all get
high
on the ashes that have been scattered
thru the Lower East Side.

There's no other place for me to be
there's no other place that I can see
there's no other town around that
brings you up or keeps you down
no food little heat sweeps by
fancy cars & pimps' bars & juke saloons
& greasy spoons make my spirits fly
with my ashes scattered thru the
Lower East Side . . .

A thief, a junkie I've been
committed every known sin
Jews and Gentiles . . . Bums & Men
of style . . . run away child
police shooting wild . . .
mother's futile wails . . . pushers
making sales . . . dope wheelers
& cocaine dealers . . . smoking pot
streets are hot & feed off those who bleed to death . . .

all that's true
all that's true
all that is true
but this ain't no lie
when I ask that my ashes be scattered thru
the Lower East Side.

So here I am, look at me
I stand proud as you can see
pleased to be from the Lower East
a street fighting man
a problem of this land
I am the Philosopher of the Criminal Mind
a dweller of prison time
a cancer of Rockefeller's ghettocide
this concrete tomb is my home
to belong to survive you gotta be strong
you can't be shy less without request
someone will scatter your ashes thru
the Lower East Side.

I don't wanna be buried in Puerto Rico
I don't wanna rest in Long Island Cemetery
I wanna be near the stabbing shooting
gambling fighting & unnatural dying
& new birth crying
so please when I die . . .
don't take me far away
keep me near by
take my ashes and scatter them thru out
the Lower East Side . . .

Can You Keep a Secret?

Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave
If I show you then I know you
Won't tell what I said
Cause two can keep a secret
If one of the m is dead...

new work scants

the first one is collage work with broken seashells, art magazine cut out, my drawings, and copper spray paint.


In honor of Frida's birthday, I made a fairly large paining. I had to take it in two (crapy) shots cuz the canvas was too big, but there are feathers, and molding on the canvas, and a lady/man craying over another/lady/man. I felt it was appropriate for her with all the looming metaphors and crying people. Anywho. Hope to make some mula off these bitches sooner rather then later.

Holy Shit

I thought I was obsessed with Jeffery Campbell shoes, obviously been outdone by http://pink-kitten.chu.jp:

I Feel Your Fire From Miles Around, Happy 4th Scums!!!

My independence day song:

On the fourth day of July,
my country sent to me
Four cans of beer
Three fire works
Two hot dogs,
And hella good trees ;)

The proper way to do American shit on the 4th: Bushwick rooftop BBQ, hot dogs, burgers, sausages, kilbasa, men grilling, smell of melting tar, side boob, budweiser, old frieds, ex lovers, and new loves.
Oh and for some reason someone had put on a radio station that was playing early to mid 70's music, I mean like Billy Joel and Simon and Garfunkel. Oh yea baby we know how to par-tay.






















Love, Peas, And Trees!!

Shitty Titties

NEWS FUCKING FLASH:
saggy tits ARE NOT AN ACCESSORY
camel toe IS NOT AN ACCESSORY
CELLULITE SURE AS SHIT AINT AN ACCESSORY.

Okay so I'm not the fashion police, however, when I see trash, I call it how it is.Now let me start off by saying that summer is a great time for women; we can show some skin, our hair has an extra shimmer to it, our skin starts to turn slightly gold or a perfectly cute pink, our eyes seem to have more then one shade of color and we just look like goddesses in general. HOWEVER. There is ALWAYS that one chick who fucks it all up. The trashy chick. Here is the deal, bras, were ment for support, not to sport. Keep that shit under the shirt. Now a little lace here and there is okay, perhaps a slightly see through shirt with a cute bra under can pass if done right, but lettin that shit just all out, u-uh. And please know your body type, if you have saggy tits, dont take of your shirt off to confirm what we already know, especially not if you are not wearing the proper equipment to lift those sand bags up a little. Gravity is not your friend saggy tits chick. And the whole "if you can't fight it join it" motto is completely unsuitable for this problem. I dont care what you have to do, get a fork lift if you must, just keep that shit in check, I don't want to be seeing dried raisins populating the streets of this already fucked up city. I know it's summer time and you want to let lose, but please don't disturb the peace with your indecent exposure.
Oh and let's also talk about short shorts. Now these "shongs" /"thorts" (thong+shorts) are great on our gazelle Gisele with 0 cellulite at 5'10, 36-24-35, and look fantastic on airbrushed models, HOWEVER, fashion is sometimes misleading. Often the pudgy tink likes to make an appearance at these fashion disasters (Scarlett Johansson is my favorite example of the celebrity pudgy tink, see below if you need confirmation). Lookie here, no body is perfect, except for victoria secret angels, so please, if you spot cellulite, or as I like to call it, matres syndrom, orange peel victime and crates of wrath, then I suggest you put down those thorts, hit the gym, and don't leave until you get ride of every single one of those grand canyons. OR you can be like a decent fucking human being and just get a normal pair of shorts which you can avoid camel toe and (if you still havent mastered the front to back maneuver) skid marks with. Reality check people, shorts are shorts, thongs are thongs, nobody wants to see your cellulite riden ass and labia majora hangin out around town. GET YOUR SHIT IN CHECK.