i had a dream

that i had to do something very publicly naked, and i found myself really body conscious, which is not my norm.

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN!?!?!!?!?!?!

embracing:

unmade plans.

Is that what you do? So do I!

this rendition of this song is totally horrible;
last weekend was the opposite of horrible.

  

why not have a three-legged visit to a horde celebration of freedom with an fellow non-consumer?

 

(this guy was impressed with our skillz.)

then M. B.'s feet got tired.

 

oh hey, K$$.

uhm, M.B...?

dat's better!!

snaxxx

 

and then we slept in that treehouse again. seriously so good.

I'm pretty sure we both look the best in the morning. ;(

 

'lil temple excursion down to Manti. Purely joyous.

 

Don't we look happy?

 

Photochopping skillz.

I am grateful for my friends. Here's to one-and-a-half months of summery goodness.

Europe

 

I totally did this before it became a craze... also, we called it 'facedown', you'll kindly recall.

somebody is smoking outside right now.
I thank smokers all of the time inside of my head all of the time, even though I know (logically) that I should be disappointed or angry at them. But I also know (emotionally) (yes. they are different. and yes. they are real.) that smoke smells like Europe. I have been back for almost a year exactly. It will be exact in two weeks time. That smell is glorious, and sometimes I forget what Europe smells like. I spent a lot of time smelling Europe... Smell, in my humble opinion, is a thoroughly under-appreciated sense, so I made a point of smelling things. Sure I looked a little strange at times, sniffing the walls of churches, exotic (can western Europe be considered "exotic"?) trees, subway stations and museum artifacts.
So thank you, anonymous smoker outside. Thank you for reminding me of the continent.


KAPITAAL from STUDIO SMACK on Vimeo.

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this video also reminded me of the EU for it's overwhelming visual stimulation and basic foreign-ness.

-summer, boo-

I slept in a tree house last night.
It was a night full of innocent and funny jokes, tube lighting, sleeping bags, funny boys, face-kicking, chickens, planks, and hips.

May every night this summer be so delightsome.

morning drive.
take me to a park.
in this shell
this body, full (soft) metal jacket.
LOUD MUSIC THAT'S JUST MINE, AND WHATEVER I WANT IT TO BE.
music's just noise unless you're alone,
as he said.
this: experience
one of existing
small/
and/
honestly/
and/
abundantly/
and/
vibrantly./
Inside.
world wheeling, hemming and hawing outside of me:
morning joggers
bounce their flesh/
in/
vaporous morning air/
and think about their children/
future and current./
the begging 'ness' of the rest of the day,
hair wraps itself/
married to the breeze/
in sinuous tendriline straps/
of black/
linger about my arms/
kiss my face./
Turn fast and hold.
take me away from everything I know I should be doing, morning drive.

 

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