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if i had to choose one food to bow down and worship for the rest of my life,

it might very well be the burrito.

and sriracha would be my holy water.


oh p.s.... hi there. happy tuesday.

i am free from working a double today so i caught up on much needed sleep and lounge time. although, i suppose i should begin getting ready for night shift soon. or at least get dressed. but not wearing clothes just makes me so much happier...



i have been kickin it in my underwear for the past five hours, listening to machine head.

what a day.

hints of warmth are appearing outside, which is glorious. i suppose i should get off my lazy ass. brew a pot of coffee. smoke a few cigarettes. put some god damn clothes on. and go bring home the motha'fuckin bacon. i will leave you with a little diddy i wrote earlier in the day...



february 24th, 2009 12:32 p.m.

writting 2009 still feels strange and unnatural. but what is unnatural is my soul finally at ease and the strangeness lies in familiarity of self from a year when that nine was upside down.

my heart is torn between two cities. the current of my memories is strong and longs to pull me north. one day i will surrender my body and let the ocean carry me home. as hard as it is to say, i know i am not ready. so i will deny the easy way out, this time. i will accept the struggle and fight for what i came for.

i am certainly no stranger to this struggle to get by. it has never seemed to end for me. though i like it this way, and somehow in it find comfort as well. poor and alone but strong and at peace.

some often forget that nature is always there. shelter from the cold. the sun will always warm your face as trees outstretch accepting arms forever.

this earth is immense, it's hopeless voids are many. they lie not in the deepest canyon or the most barren wasteland, but in the stone heart of those with no hope for a better tomorrow. he who longs not for the clarity in the breeze but the false comforts in his wallet.

i have become witness to a quality of life i can now never stray from.

i will wander this earth until my feet can carry me no further and still my soul will wander on until the sun and the stars cease to burn.

i truly came alive the day i realized that the ocean is vast beyond all my understanding and that money isn't real. and i swear the sun had never reflected so brightly on the waves than at that very moment...

i finished my beer.

i buried my cigarette in the sand...

and three years later, here i am.

my life has never been the same.

and my fucking god, it feels good to be alive.