i’m feelin/not feelin this coiffed ‘do and this hazy shade of winter in may and this thursday is singing lullabyebyebyes to me and all i want is to eat a cheeseburger and sleep in a night fort but i’ll settle for a yurt CAMPING PUNS when i breathe in and i mean BREATHE IN i’m talking DEEP i feel full like i ate too much or i swallowed the ocean boy would my kidneys not like that BIGTIME anyway i’m djing tonight and i’m getting ready and john is requesting me to play swedish house mafia MAYBE perhaps that acoustic version of don’t you worry child from the end of knowing me knowing huyhn, episode 1 WHO KNOWS you know the funny thing I SURE DON’T

12:44 pm  •  16 May 2013  •  7 notes

It’s a beautyful Sunday on a Tuesday and I’m in love with the universe.

5:36 pm  •  9 April 2013  •  20 notes

feelin this day like it’s never been felt and i’m wiping my grimy greasy oily bound to cause pimples hands all over it NAW no pimps coming from these tinglers i thought all i was gonna accomplish was making our bed but i’m pretty sure i’m about to see toby cat and i’m gettin bout it bout it WOOT WOOT our room is clean and so is my body next to the cleanliness of my skin is the godliness of my hair is that too much TOO BAD i’m on fire i’m red hot i’m two sheets from wednesday I’M FEELIN THIS

1:28 pm  •  2 April 2013  •  10 notes

Me and my bro, W. Clifford Klenk, have a tee time at Augusta National this weekend thanks to Nicky and my grandfather’s closet.

9:53 am  •  4 January 2013  •  15 notes

I’m happy at home, my new home. With my housemates. With my love. With my things - books, records, tchotchkes - memories of past, present and future. With my mind, racing (legally) down a dark street and only I know the turns. I’m all gassed up and ready to take them at 80.

2013 is shaping up to be a real year. 

12:35 pm  •  28 December 2012  •  16 notes

We found *love in a **hopeless place. 

*cheeseburgers
**Rockefeller Center 

3:01 pm  •  16 December 2012  •  20 notes

They had catered pastrami, turkey and veggie sandwiches. I had one of each. 

Nicky took this picture of me mid-pastrami.

2:41 pm  •  16 December 2012  •  7 notes

I fell in love, even more, in Bryant Park.
It was more than I could’ve ever asked for.

2:35 pm  •  16 December 2012  •  21 notes

This is real love.

One of those loves that makes crops grow and silences my belly. A love that makes rain more than just water and sunshine more than just waves (or particles) that burn my skin.

This is real love.

When she is not around, I use only two of my four given eyes to see. I forget about reading, writing. Arithmetic is just numbers to me without her crib sheet of a smile.

This is real love.

Movies are always foreign, lacking her subtitles. Clocks flicker with incorrect times, and radios are always static-clung without her tuning the dial.

This is real love. 

So I shout it: THIS IS REAL LOVE

I shout it from tops of the tallest towers and let it ricochet into the alleyways and avenues, let it rebound down into subway tunnels, boil from the pressure and escape like manhole steam, wafting over bridges, through whatever woods are still left in this overly tepid world until it seeps into the soil and sprouts strong with the next generation of foliage and produce tilled by the farmers of this great land, tilled with pride, tilled with love. 

Let them never scrape the earth from under their fingernails. I haven’t.

12:43 pm  •  6 December 2012  •  20 notes

the mendoza line

1:56 pm  •  2 November 2012  •  9 notes

i don’t look much different right now same shirt same hair same glasses same shame plane of existence different location similar scent of stale air and the color periwinkle it’s like a vhs copy of a copied betamax HIGH DEFINITION my back is tight my neck is stiff my watch is broke so is my bank account i’m running around like a chicken with no head COCK-A-TOOTLE-DO i’m cheeseburger deficient i’m growing impatient i’m revolting on so many levels FIVE still less than dante but just as damn hot maybe i’ll build wings and fly into the sun i heard you can get there if you dream hard enough i’m dreaming right now will i ever wake up g-d knows i need a pinch or a bite but it better draw blood or at least bruise the skin i want to see the pain and wake up screaming covered in sweat yelling DID I SET MY FANTASY FOOTBALL TEAM

4:41 pm  •  19 September 2012  •  9 notes

This is a picture of me with Lucy, one of my Aunt’s new goats, taken during my trip to the desert with Nicky over Labor Day. Lucy she kissed me despite not showering that morning, probly because we gave her some feed. 

I’m wearing the same t-shirt I had on in the picture right now.

6:59 pm  •  18 September 2012  •  26 notes

i am green but not chartreuse EEEWWWW and i am growing but not enough and i am hatted but not hot i have a costume and i eat feta and i climb pine trees and i sauté gold nuggets in a ziploc™ bag in my closet for weeeeeeks I AM NATURE AND THE INFINITE i am grilling my spirit in the backyard over an open wound i recall taming a dragon in a past life or was it a vampire or was it an angel i imagine it was flapping it’s wings FLY FLY FLY ME TO THE MOON i am a professional without a profession a proof without pudding a contact high without smoke a u-2 without film an ear without a secret I AM VINCENT VAN GOAD i am a chatty cattle rancher without range i am a cowboy like kid rock I AM NOTHING LIKE KID ROCK changing gears my fantasy football team stinks MY ENGINE STALLED

12:45 pm  •  18 September 2012  •  2 notes