a prequel to a gathering where we all wear black

on a sunday night:


he'd been fighting back the tears
all weekend...
on the drive home be realized he'd been starving for conversation for quite sometime.
he thought to himself about the girl he's been seeing and how she never fed him emotionally.
as the cars motor hummed into a static background noise,
his smile that he had learn to fake for years began to dismantle before his own eyes that were fixed upon the rear view mirror

he tried to think of happier thoughts by pulling on memories of his former friends, families, and former loves..
..because to him those were happier times.

he thought of the beach he used to visit with his family growing up during the summer.. the sound of seagulls and the conversation his mother and father were having seemed to flow well with the sound of the crashing waves that never seemed to have perfect timing..

he looks down and sees his feet halfway buried beneath the sand while he twiddled with his toes to make the ground ripple like a beach blanket

he hears his moms laugh over the gentle sea breeze

he looks back toward his parents and watches his dad sneak a kiss on her shoulder while his mom throws her beach towel through the warm air, waving it like a flag.

"don't run off too far! you just ate and I don't want you getting cramps honey!"

her voice faded
in and out like an AM radio station through a series of city tunnels

the sky began to rain as he looked up towards the sky
he notices two stars eliminating like a pulse

they begin to grow.

his daydream ended with the sight of the ongoing headlights

his radio station now fixed on a white noise began to pull him further to reality as his ears tried to decipher the broken conversation being given through the static every now and then








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a video of my buddy brian and myself Go-Kart Racing @ Mukilteo (idk how to spell that)

*sidenotes*

i dont know how the hell brian can catch up... he's like ricky bobby lol

i was doing my best to keep it tight around the corners... he almost lapped me STILL

...fucker.

Obama signs Monsanto Protection Act: my kinda reaction

some food for thought..

whether you're

democrat

republican

liberal

conservative
black
white
yellow
gray
gay
straight
hairy
bald
short
tall
boy
girl
boy and girl
or part of a human centipede 

mermaid..
i think this issue is something everyone can relate to on each end of the spectrum.

while us americans are fighting the good fight, or spectating in the front row, 

they signed the bill for the Monsanto Protection Act.

now i'm not much for conspiracy theories..

but this seems like some new world order shit right "thurrrr"

i mean c'mon... that's controlling of the food. Monsanto copyrights their seeds and then what?

farmer has to pay to use that patent?

in all honesty though i kind of felt like he was going to sign it regardless..( i was still having just a slight bit of hope...just a little)

i do like how NONE of this ever surfaced main steam news. which to me tells me...well media seems to be controlled at some point... i mean c'mon. 

they're saying unemployment has dropped from 9% to 7.7% since 2012..? 

i could ask around and see people getting laid off or fired every other week.

and it's pretty god damn hard these days for anyone to even get their foot inside a job anymore

it always makes me refer back to the scene from "the network"

some light shining for motorcyclist in wa wa WAshington

http://www.king5.com/news/local/Motorcycles-run-red-lights-200242901.html

The reader's digest version of this is pretty much since motorcycles are light, sometimes the stop light sensors arent able to read that there's a bike in the lane, THEREFORE, theirfore, they'refor, they're for, the damn light won't turn green if you're in a left turn lane. if that makes any sense,

http://apps.leg.wa.gov/billinfo/summary.aspx?year=2013&bill=5141

im pro SB 5141  as of now...
(watch they might sneak it something in this bill like... "oh by the way, you have to pay more for tabs or something.. or you have to like the movie twilight and recite a chapter from the book. ((im just referencing that because the new book "the host" is written by her.. and it seems like she just copied a sci fi story line and added a teenage love story..)) but that' s off topic..)

bring on the death panel?

st patty's day: friends family & famine

the following pictures are events that happened within the time frame of 2 +/- 1/2 hour on st patty's day.  interesting dinner of a salad that consists of:

raw tofu

tuna fish

tomato (diced)

bean sprouts

lettuce

tuna fish oil

soy sauce

and some other things i forgot to remember...

a view of our empty media centre in our apartment

trying to figure out how to get more "grainy" pictures.

pictures in black and white do give pictures a "im so deep" type of feeling though which is pretty cliche' in a funny way.

ant invasion pt: 1

so moving to camelot apartments and realize how useless they can be when it comes to ant invasions...

what once was just 3 to 4 ants because 50+ very quickly...
I tried the sugar and borax mix, the raid fog bombers, the ant cafeterias (the ones where they bring back to the queen and they feed her the poison first hand and she dies... and they all die..)
tried all and I think I just need instant gratification of seeing zero ants right away. I've spoken with neighbors and some of them are experiencing them, and some are not..

we've reported the problem numerous times and the office just says "ya we have an exterminator coming out on Friday"
do they not realize that they spread in a matter of seconds.
I guess it's my fault for bringing my gf into this lol but god damn why are there no good property managers in apartment complexes?!

maintenance is a joke. maybe 1/20 know what the fuck they're doing...
had a problem with the toilet not flushing and the guy said "oh it's weak.."
then after numerous times afterwords they brought in a plumber and now the toilet works like a dream..
are we paying for these idiots to not do their fucking jobs?
I'm ready to apply so I can do the jobs myself right the first time.

well needless to say hopefully see less ants.. updates soon.


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black jazz

listening to a tape mix i received several years ago by an elderly man I met in an old studio I was staying in downtown Everett. The tape consists of cut up live takes of the wonderful Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers. I feel guilty for not giving it back. I'm actually surprised I found it (considering it was knee deep in a bin locked away in my storage unit...)

listening it brings me back to a song and sound of better times. the imperfections make it perfect.




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