Wednesday, May 18, 2011


(and sometimes the safari is really a catholic church in san salvador and i am oscar romero)


at night i moonlight as a surfer superher o on safari because my thoughts moonlight as dreams
art with a heart! bab's favorite poet S. A. R. K. should have a festival of that name for kids that need a new heart. because it means they get a heart and the heart is there emotionally in the kids art. speaking of poetry (or semiotics or whatever you want to speak of) i read something interesting by roland barthes today, surprised/??? i was too! anyway it was about being a baby and a maniac. i wish i could remember it better. i will. and then ill tell you exactly what i was going to say. i feel my lungs are full of sand so i better shuffle off (this mortal coil jkjk)
i am real art


my heart is opening up and i hope it stops before its too late. talk about the red sea, and good luck parting it (idk)

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

tight like a knot

yesterday babs caught our neighbor trying to siphon gas from her car. we had a big laugh about it with him, because we said "man what re you doing!" and he said "i was just testing the neighborhood watch, and i guess you were wwatching hahaha" it was pretty cute. but part of me thinks he really wanted some gas, its a hot commodity right now and i dont know. hes a nice guy, but i just dont know. anyway we all went out for pizza afterwards, my treat. babs had one two many tom collinses and got PRETTY giggly. i would say she was as bubbly as the water in her tommy. (thats what we call them;) )anyway this guy walks up to us! walks right up, you know the type, he went to college for numbers or something. anyway he had glasses and he said right to babs! you are stupid. and he walked away or started to anyway and i tapped him on the shoulder and said, "shes not stupid shes just perfect." and his eyes went soft and he actually hugged me. instead of being stupid, she is perfect she is someone i really love. and that guy really understood.

Friday, April 8, 2011

i thnk i got my leg caught in a seaweed in my dream last night because i woke up kicking and breathing in a way that meant something. i wanted those breaths in a big way. do you ever worry that you wont want them enough