Shtoppenzehein

It'd be nice if you would stop doing what you're doing cuz it's giving me an ache and I don't understand why it's at all necessary cuz it ain't gunna do anybody any good and is just gunna make it harder and take longer to get back to the norm that we all know and enjoy so well.

So... stop.



Please?

Spike Lee ain't got nuttin' on these people:

Trouble the Water

Gotta gotta see.

Darby's dead!!! But his new movie comes out today

The Germs - No God

Asking for it

So many people are asking for it. I'm ready to give them what they want. The good, the bad and the... Oh you have no idea how much I agree with you and what you want is equal to what you deserve. If I could give every single one of you what you're wanting... oh the karma that I would have.

fanacht

I stepped into the wind of the waterside
And waited for the shiver to subside
Walking in its direction
Looking forward
Giving no wonder or thought
Of the moment
Nor the coming
Just giving step by step to myself
Breathing in
Breathing out
The salinity resuscitating

Don't mess...

She's Hit (Live, 1983)
Birthday Party

Sexy then... sexy now. Don't care what you say, Dave and Mimi!

Fuck FlexPetz

Some pricks out in California decided to take the rental industry one disgusting step too far:

http://www.flexpetz.com/

Rent a dog. Yeah. Who cares how it may effect the dogs. Go ahead - please yourself.
It doesn't matter if personalities clash.
It doesn't matter if the dog keeps feeling the sense of abandonment.
It doesn't matter if the dog becomes co-dependent and confused

Dogs don't have souls, therefore they don't have feelings!

So fuck them and what is best for them! If I want to have a dog to give back, I'll just call these assholes.

This List of Hate of mine is getting long.

We need...

We need Baikal Seals in the Erie Basin. Cute cute!



San Francisco gets those big friggin seals - en masse:



Hell, Jersey gets dolphins:



And bears in Jersey, Connecticut and upstate:



It's only fair!!!

Anatomical Snuff Box

After while I've had enough, but you just keep on giving. I straighten up, disassociate and try to ignore, but there you are giving me your all and making me miserable. Don't you have anything better to do?

sminde

I can't decide if I find it amusing, annoying or pitiful. Probably a lil bit of everything. Definitely not feeling anger. Despite it all... there's nothing to do with it. Nothing I want to do with it... directly, at least. As of now.
Keep it up, tho, and... well... maybe that will change. But, as of now... I'll just kinda feel bad for having the first three feelings on the subject, along side with the bad feelings that you find the need to do as you are.

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, and I'll be nice about it... but only for so long. Keep it up, and I won't feel so bad about thinking the thoughts I first thought or feeling you evoked. And may have to say something directly.

BonJour W-end!!! Belly Up!!!!

Dear Doppelganger

I'm sorry I snuck out the way I did. You were sleeping so very peacefully and I didn't have the heart to wake you. Ok, actually, I didn't want to wake you because I didn't want to talk to you about it. I wanted to just disappear and get away as quickly and uneventfully as possible. Of course, on my way out, I stubbed my toe on that little lift at the doorway into your kitchen, and then nearly tumbled down those rickety stairs of yours in the corridor.

It was a beautiful walk. I slowly trailed myself down three stops along the park, just for kicks.

You're too sensitive. I didn't mean the things I said. Ok, yes, maybe I did. No. You should never make assumptions the way you do. I had no intention, nor should you have. But it's ok. We can laugh at it over pints some time. Not too soon, tho.

You didn't scare me. You never really do.

Cheers,
Al

It's an Elastica Kinda Day

Ribbit

I didn't anticipate the frog being there when the door opened. What's more, I didn't expect it to speak so eloquently... *Errrr, uhhhh, hey.* What a way with words.
All I could think to do was pat it on the head and say *Yup, hey.*

Fatty Fatty 2 by 4

Jarvis Cocker
"Fat Children"
Live, Monday, July 21, 2008
Music Hall of Williamsburg
Brooklyn, NY

Today's Song'sa Good Day Song

No harm... just foul.

We would have preferred not to sit in those shadows and complain about you as long as we did... but we had to do something to pass the time. I, for one, really did enjoy it, nonetheless.
It's just so god damn easy. You set it up, yourself. And how you live within complete oblivion in such harmony... it's beyond me. It's a real shame, but hey - if you're enjoying that stupid bliss of yours, I'll enjoy the evil thoughts of what I'd like to do to you.

No harm... just foul.
Karma still in tact.

Ahhhh, God Love him

Bush to G8: 'Goodbye from the world's biggest polluter'

Fuckhead Monkeyboy

Trunked

Elephants don't have tear ducts.

Today's Ballad: Jarvis says...

Don't do that... but wait... yeah... this is called a conundrum.

Lazy

And there you go, off into your own. Leaving the smashed bits scattered, not taking the time to tidy up, dust off and make sure all in well. The immediate gratification isn't so immediate or gratifying anymore, so... you quit.
*Oh, it doesn't feel good anymore, therefore it won't ever again.*

Wow... give up that easily, huh?

When obligated, you stick it thru and eventually come back to the pleasure. Unless you're head is filled so much with contempt that you just make yourself miserable... which is usually what leads to the lack of immediate gratification, which then turns everything else to shit.

Yeah, Good job.

Come on now!

Rar!!! Happy weekend time, y'all! I's going have fun now!!!!

Five (5)

Teddeh Bear
Originally uploaded by vaduzuvunt

A mountaineer who just returned from scaling Mount Kilamanjaaro walks into a bar and asks for a free drink. The bartender, sensing an ominous chill in the air says, "well sir, I can't give you a free drink, but I can give you five jokes in five seconds."
"Shoot" replied the crest fallen mountain man.
It was at this time in the joke that the admittedly jumpy barkeep pulled out his pistol and beat the mountaineer to death in five easy blows.

Oil up? Hold my cigarette.

Oil up? Hold my cigarette.
Originally uploaded by vaduzuvunt

Listen honey, what you need is a good night sleep.

Give to a good cause

I need this puppy. This puppy needs me. Help us find each other. Help us be together.
Donations accepted...

Mimi...

Cheers to Ethan for his random research skills.

Oh Ethan.... this is priceless

The best part: 3:38 - Joe Elliott gives seductive Elvis eyes atcha!

Be not tooted

Oh... was that for me? Ummm... thank you? I saw you there... just wasn't sure you saw me. But now... yeah, now I know. What's that? Oh wow, really? Gee, thanks. It's not every day I get that. So yeah... wow... yeah... ummm, does this really work for you? Do you really think it's gunna work with me? I mean... really? Hmmm... yeah, you know what? I'm gunna... I'm gunna have to just... pass. Yeah... but good luck with that. I'm sure there's someone out there who would be accepting of... you.

Ring of Voodoo

Grrrrrrrr... it sucks when good things get wrecked! It freezes at 2:28. Fucker.

fade bright

The impression has worn out and disappeared
Laundered away with the new clean
The question of when it will
Once again be there rises and falls
Moved on to other notices

It's so green there now
With bits of peach, purple and blue
Dancers of the air with savage teeth
Goodness reflects brighter
With a little bad in the space

Pace changed

Carbon Squish

My carbon footprint is 4.299 tonnes. The average American is 20.4 tonnes. The average world wide is 4 tonnes, but needs to be 2 tonnes. I have some work to do.

http://www.carbonfootprint.com

Da Da Da

My do was so easy to do when I didn't have the this to make the me think the different do that I do think of now. So, how do I do that do if this do doesn't influence that do to be done? I'd like to do the different do but the obviousness of the reason for the different do would just be too much do for me to do in such obvious fashion. I done do'ed too much already. Disregard and just keep on doing the do that's being done. I'll do it too.

Bye Bye Carlin

Dirty Words...

ce v me v c

Why are you doing this to me? I did what was asked of me. I followed thru. Now you're pulling this shit. Again. Why? Just take it and let's move on. This He says/She says crap has gotta stop.

Speck

When I first came upon it, I didn't know what to make of it. I figured it was an accident waiting to happen, but then I realized it already did. Tho I knew I was innocent to the debacle, I knew if I was caught here I'd be to blame. So, I quickly took pace and picked it up as rapidly as I could go. I refused to look back, fearing the salt, but I heard something fast approaching and knew the gig was gunna be up if I didn't keep truckin'.
Feeling my heart racing, out of both adrenaline and fear, I worked myself harder to get a good distance from whatever it was back there. But alas, it stayed on my heels.
All of a sudden, down I went. Don't know if it tripped me up or I, as I sometimes do, tripped myself up. But, down I went. My first instinct caused me to curl up in a little ball and wait for the blows. After a few seconds of nothing, I took a peak... there I was... alone. Ain't nothing was following me. All I saw was my shadow there... laughing at me.

ooops...sigh

...and when the moment came and went, and you realized the regret that was befallen and attempted to proclaim amends, but none was given, I could hear your sigh across the bridge and into the waterfront where I stood wishing to forgive, but unable to forget and move on.

Plot Keywords: Spoiler Ale

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Doctor Morgus the Magnificent:



If you don't know who this genius is, look him up! Growing up with this man in NOLA was one of the best parts of growing up in NOLA. Live and learn!

Manichean

Give too much to someone who deserves too little.
Denial is an ugly color, and the other wears it disgustingly well.
The hate of the idea of hope being wasted on dead history.
Evolution means growth for one, loss for another.
Survival of the fittest kicks in and someone's gunna lose.
Make sure there's only one loser.

And that it's not you.



Nick Drake's voice is the sound of smoke.

Nick... breathless (he leaves me)

I was gunna go for Billy Squier dancing around in pastel tees that he rips off his pasty white chest while singing about wanting someone to rock him in her/his arms... but, it's a happy bright day, and I'm wearing a bright pink dress.

tease

If I were to say what could be said, the obvious would be known. Would it make for conversation? Vanity? Insecurity? Which of my own? If I were to give the words to this, would you think they were about you? Would you assume as such and let it inflate like a balloon? Would it raise you up? Or both of us? Would it lead for more speculation and concern? Eventually would it pop? From too much air or the prick of someone's needle?

Make no assumptions of who *you* are... Just know I'm having fun with this.

Boxed in.

I feel the need to express myself more clearly than I usually do.

I see and hear of the growth of the monster, and it's lil parasites coming around and slowly amassing a space no one of tenure wants to relinquish. The consensus has been NO, but now that it's coming around, a lot of YES and promotional commentary there of.

No. Don't want. Leave. Go. Stop. Turn around. Fuck off. Die?

I'm thinking...

...rotten fruit... fire crackers... bull horns in the middle of the night... sling shots and frozen grapes... eggs...

posneg

Rendered soundless in a moment of chaos.

Oh PJ

rocker

When we set this thing up, we knew it would be brief... give or take. We knew it wouldn't have much effort, meaning, thought, consideration, time or even want invested into it, so when the end grew nigh there would be no worries or woes, anger or confusion, disappointment or pain. Why oh why, then, now that this time has come, the consensus isn't as agreed and everything isn't as said it would be? It shouldn't be taken personally. It shouldn't be anything more than the evolution we one day knew would be. Times change. Let them.

.

The river felt she wanted salt.

trek

Defrocked gardens of modern apartheid given to the face of the animals, taught of its own survival in the monumental cliff's wind and the cloud's fallen tears. Back into the pocket, mixed in with the fronds and petals. The superimposed vision of the broken line rocked the momentary vision of yellow and green, turning cold and blue as the sky fell.

PS - I did your don't. And I hate it.

ahem

I can control that part of the do that I do, but I can't control the don't you do. There's no reason for me to try and change your don't to do, despite the do you don't do would be good for you, and I certainly have no intention on changing my do to your don't. It's just one of those things, I guess.
So, I'll just continue the do and hope you eventually come around to do the same thing. But, I'll be damned if I'm gunna do more of the other do's that i do that don't get no do from you.


Fuck you.

You suck. You know what you're doing is wrong, but you chose to do it anyway. You know you're destructive and cold and pointless, but still you travel that path.

And no,
I'm not talking to you.
I'm talking to you.

To the Gov't

"Hypocrite" - Lush

To the Chicks

"Ladykiller" - Lush

For Da...

January 24, 1930 to June 6/7, 1997

For Mimi

Hee Haws Where Oh Where Are You Tonight With Johnny Cash | Funny Jokes at JibJab

Refuse

I stepped up to the matter and figured the facts were all fucked up
Ignoring the ultraviolet shining halo above your head
Knowing full well it was made of pyrite and muscinae.
You tickled the concept with a ridiculous rhyme
But fell short of the purpose behind your shadow words.
I dissolved from reason and treated you to quite a sight.
With open eyes blinded from all else,
You said my name and started the cycle all over again.
Cold heat radiated off your skin,
Burning my eyes and being unforgiving to my cries.
Pretend the truth isn't and the lies are.
Far we go into the absence of wonder not.
Do well.

wicky... and a 2

Ohhhh long ago...

drip drip drip

What makes a person think that it's ok to think that it's fine to believe that all's well when you think you can believe that there is no problem feeling like the thing you think about is ok to be thought, though it may only be ok to think that you can believe it, but not believe that it's ok to think about it and definitely not ok to think about the feeling the thought you believe is a feeling in fact, but is really just something you think you believe is a feeling, but it's really just a thought?

Roscoe's Cuckoo

Free will

Is it any wonder this isn't real?
Ignored for the truth is too...
Lost in the ignorance which we deem bliss.
Given away too much.
The finger's in the crack in the dam,
Just don't remove it.
Durge and muck gush forth
Onto the pretty flowers.
But the sun still shines down.
Safe in the lack of judgment.
Lucky duck.

Today's Ballad: Concrete

12

Taken to the brink.

holiday

The new faces were fresh air to breath.
Watered down by the lightening's joyous tears.
Cleaned of the trials of what is the norm.
Cobbled into the path.
Forgotten for just a moment of the broken stones.
Refreshed and rejuvenated.
Found now what is woed.
Go with new thought into the sky.
Forget what is known.
It doesn't do any good.
Walk away with the melodica play.
A hope the old follow with smiles.

Dear Kinetic...

Forgotten me, did you?
When did you realize I was not there anymore? Paranoid memories of why I left in the first place came back and made me run again. I didn't mean to make you cry, it's just how I have to be. Hard. I'm a good person tho, and did so with positive intent. It's best for both of us, you know.
Besides, I see you smiling. You're happy. We both are. Five times I recalled your pout and that funny way you would say *monkey.* Charming. All good thoughts... the bad times forgotten somewhere deep in a shoe box covered with stickers, under gum ball machine toys, bouncy balls and newspaper clippings of adventures others have had.
What happened to the Scooby Doo purple? Did you leave it behind after a thunderstorm? Makes sense to me.

I wrote you a story backwards last night. It had a happy beginning.

Frogs

*Parlez français?*
"Nope."
*Je pense que vous regarderiez très gentil dans mon lit*
"I understood that."
*Oui? Ooh la la. Pardonnez moi. Hi hi hi!*
"Dirty ole pervert."
*Oui.*

Yeah, he understands English.
And I understand a lil French.

...

Oh, there you are. Ummm... where'd you go? Mind if I... Oh, ummmm oh, yeah... Sorry, didn't mean to... No, no it's no problem. I understand. You just keep... I'll be over here if you want to... Yeeeeeah...

Today's Ballad: Electric Alice

beg your pardon

giggle giggle
hiccup
burp

ha

Preferable

I'd rather you beat the shit out of me than fuck with my head. At least I can see the need and attempt to defend myself.

Today's Ballad: Burned

.

Alone, with too much generosity
A theatre mask of hostility attracts
Assaults occur, infrequently
And those who come, to conquer?
Need strength
But damage accumulates
Still moving him to tears
Retained a sense of humour

Today's Ballad: Sugar, Matto

Mass

I felt your weight in my sleep, but felt nothing in my dream.

However...

In dream you were present, in sleep you were not.

Quite a confusing situation to stir in and out of.

Which way would be preferred? Of you? Of me?

It best, probably, for neither. But the vie of both exists.

(Tho, neither wish to admit it.)

I guess all that can be done is what is being done... nothing.

It was better before. But it was also torture. I got one thing with the other.

But the good was so damn good... as the bad was so damn bad.

I suspect it isn't over. And I hope I am correct.

Curiosity may destroy us both...

...but oh what a wonderful way to go.

Rumor mills

I heard that you did what you said you would never do cuz doing what is said was done was really not something a person like you would do no matter what cuz that's just not like you to do such things that are said you have done. Did you hear that I did what you are rumored to have done tho it's just not in me to do such a thing but apparently it is in me cuz that's what I've heard.

Sober up...

Secrete

Being in the know is a very dirty place.

And now...

It is time to go play in the garden of earthly delight. I just hope I don't stub my toe, trip and fall into the weeds.

touché

Are you making the music to mention the moment that makes the thought of the feeling of the past flood the mind and create a frustration that can't be contained and so touchés come back at you?

Sunny Afternoon

I could tell that the moment it happened I was doomed. But I love such troubles - keeps the blood pumping on high speed and makes for nice additions to my jaded cynicism. Gives me opportunity to say *fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck* more often too.

It didn't intentionally come about as it happened. and I do apologize if it was offensive. I meant it not to be. (Ok, well, maybe a little.) But you did ask for it, so I gave it to you. Don't be disappointed. I meant it - every last moment of it. I could have done without the dirt, but I suppose it is to be expected in cases like this.

Everyday, you asked me if I knew the reason you asked the questions, but my reply was always the same, and met with great disappointment. Can I help it if I cannot read your mind and supply you with what you want to hear? I do sincerely apologize, but it's just utter silliness for you to assume such obligation on my part. I do find you quite fetching, tho, and do intend to find out the answers of my own. fear not and hold great patience. Ziggy will sing.

Now, you will have to excuse me as I extinguish this conversation and frolic outside in the sunshine and dodge the bullets - trying to ignore the state of affairs in other places.

Doomsday is fast approaching, and I feel the need for a smile or two.

aD

A friend told me about you, tonight. How quick you went away. How long it's been since you've been gone, and how... how I have never, nor will ever, see you again. The last moment of your face is burned to my brain. The smile in your eyes, the pain in my heart. There seemed to be so little, but there was so much. I didn't realize either until you were gone. If I could, I would suffer forever so that you did not. You're missed. And needed. If only you were here, now. These tears would fall for different reason. Your smile would be in my eyes. And there would be no pain in my heart. I hope wherever you are, you are. Happy. Rested. Relaxed. Loved. For here, you are missed.

dear imbecile...

you: You should hurl a moon pie my way
me: I think I heard my brain sneeze just now
you: Ok! I just heard the voices again, they're having a puppet show
me: Huh? Oh, ummmm... I dunno - just another murdered brain cell
you: Nervous twitch goin on...
you: If you could lick anything for the rest of your life, what would you lick?
me: So, ummmm... yeah, criminally insane I think
you: Two reasons: ummm, cuz I said so and cuz you better
me: I just wanted to make your head explode
me: The need... the urge... the constant want of... a moon pie
you: Nipple

My 3-day weekend plan...

Today's Ballad: Dark Globe

On

...cuz, when you're off you probably can't tell that you're off. So, for me to assume I'm not off and that I'm really on, then I could be thinking this with an offness that I'm not aware of and that would make me even further off, cuz I think I'm not off and that I'm on, but I'm really off on top of the off that I'm already off on.

Today's Ballad: My Love - Nick

Down

You came into my mind last night when I was cleaning it out. I had forgotten the words you had said, the actions you did, the lies you told, and the acceptance I gave. But your return brought it all back to me.

We fell into a crevice and slowly tried to climb out. You got ahead of me. I found myself losing my grip and falling back down deeper into it. You didn't turn to help me. You kept moving up, not even turning back to see if I was following. When I hit the bottom, I looked up to see a small speck of you reaching the light and climbing out. I could hear you dusting yourself off. That's when you noticed I wasn't there. Faintly, I heard you call my name, the polite thing to do, but with no conviction, concern or intention of really wanting to find and help me. Rather than trying again, I just laid there on my back, looking up at the slit of light and your shadow standing over. Then you moved away. For the longest time, I stayed there, til the night started to move in and dim the light of day.

I find myself still lying there, somewhat content on just staying as is. But I see my mind climbing, fighting with all its might to reach the top... a little curious if you are there. I know you are not. And I'm kind of glad about that. Did you leave to not return, or to get a rope to lower down to me? No matter. I'm in this alone and only I can get myself out. I've tried to always avoid needing someone else's help when I get in sticky situations. I certainly don't expect your help. Nor do I want it. Please don't be there.

Ginglemot

The idea was torn up when the realization was made that the critter just wasn't going to be a beast.
Or was it vice versa?
No matter, the crow looked down and saw the jack of spades claiming innocent to the fractured earth and it's chantey way of procreation with the clover flower.
So, instead, we gathered our photographs and set off in pursuit for the Moroccan equator and it's band of jolly gawkers.
Following the days of bitter feet prancing thru the icy trail of thistles and paper dolls, it was observed that there really is little sense in the known, and much sense in the unknown IF and only IF you don't think too hard on it.
But as we are merely pigeoned, we thought too long and hard on it and found we were more confused about the status of the red mark on the star than we were on the decision of burial at the cliff.

Today's Ballad: Hurra Torpedo

This That Way

Originally uploaded by vaduzuvunt

A constant change of what, why and how.

I dig it, I hate it.
I'm up, I'm down.
Stay the fuck away, No wait come back here!
You're amazing, You suck.
Fuck you, Fuck me.
Maybe it's the dynamic, Maybe it's the lack there of.
Maybe it's you, maybe it's me.

Masks.
We have 'em, We wear 'em.
It's just we're usually wearing the opposite ones.
Occasionally we get it right, but most of the time we don't.
For me tho . . . it's all a mix.

I'm insane, I tell ya! Crazy mad insane!
I wanna be one way, but tend to be another.
Wanna be strong, but find I'm weak.
Wanna be less intense, but just can't help myself.
Wanna take, but always give.
Wanna have, but never hold.

Fucking sucks, it does.
The honest truth is, it's not about you.
It's not about anyone.
But I make it so.
It should be about me.
Selflessness and self-imposed.

I know what to do, just typically choose the opposite.

My fault, not yours.

Huh?

I didn't want to be where when who why I was, but made due. My mind chased down the who where when why I wanted to have be do see, but still I was as I was when where why how. If opportunity had shown itself, I would have flung myself to the then there thou thus, but nope. Didn't happen. Now I wait for the moment to have see be do, but ain't too sure when where how it will happen.

Nonsensical

I'm missed my place. I figured it was somewhere between the 3 and a firebug, but turned out it was under a rock breathing in the moist, grey air. I had to wait patiently for you, but sitting on the rock in which you are beneath doesn't exactly make it easy for you to come on out of there. So, instead I wandered the path to a grove of thistles and watched the cat ranchers do their round up. Somewhere past the valley and lighting fixtures, I saw my place out the window.
When you were done with your dust off, were found and ready, I took you by the hand and, with a quick jerk, we curled up and rolled down the hill into place, laughing hysterically all the way.
Arriving in place, you asked me *What was that? How did you do that?* to which I could only reply *I don't know.* but, I was finally in place.

Blub

Originally uploaded by vaduzuvunt

I couldn't believe the size...
And to hear the noises spewed was just so unmistakenable. I think there's a connector missing to let the frequency advise properly what is and what is heard. Despite, I saw the brightness of the flowing and was convinced the venetian title had something to do with it. Someone could have told me this was going to happen. I would have had more time to prepare for the needle and move out of the way...
But, that didn't happen, and I found myself painted green and wishing it were blue... or red. Depending on the time it took place.
Did I fail to mention that it was in the early morning hours when the flinging began. It didn't end until well into the night, when the decimals started to deminish and everyone could move freely without concern they'd be speckled with musical notes and hermit crabs. If only we had time to prepare. We could have called it all off before the gnats started their dance.

Despite... I still love you.

watching all bug-eyed

You know, I saw that. You didn't think I did, but I did. you should have known better than to expect such a thing to go unnoticed. What were you thinking? Oh, that's right... you weren't. You rarely do. When are you gunna learn that it's always gunna be that way? It's how it is. it's how it always has been... and will be.

I saw you. You didn't think I did... but I did.

cracked

The creative moment when the tree split and the bird took off for it's morning tryst sheltered a thought of procrastination in the most proactive way, but the apology didn't come. So, the boy sat there wondering if the fog would turn his green red or if it would just become too itchy to matter either way. Instead, the forgotten mule fell over and saw a shade of curious disappointment in the fractured moon that made literally no sensical commentary in defense for the promised light of shadowed argument...
And I said to him *I really enjoy watching the lights of the train come into view down the darkened tunnel as it approaches me.*
But he didn't understand that it was only a minute of simplicity that caused a hiccup in the world's plan. So, I wandered off and looked myself for a green goodness that would make me smile and recognize that the mule never fell, only laid himself down in the yellow of the tree's bloom.

ploop

as the girl lollygagged thru the rain, she found herself amidst, in the middle of within, a swirl of little things that most of the world misses out on. the dog winked at her, cuz he saw it all too. the tree shook a downfall of big drops, tickling the nose and make others run for cover. the workmen were spied cooking hotdogs over their blow torch under their tarped territory. a little girl shared her ginger cookie with the girl and said *red* as she pulled on her hair.

but the best was the umbrella taking flight. not just any flight a normal umbrella would take. this umbrella was without its pole, and when projected up into the air, it flew up three stories and slowly twisted, turned, swirled and danced its way down, spinning itself to its own symphony.

Rules of Walking

Ok... for years, I've endured the ignorance, but now I can't take no more! This city needs to set some ground rules, and they need to be posted on every subway train, platforms, and listed on those stupid TV monitors at the tops of the subway entrances. We're a city of 8 million, and then some, with all the tourist coming and going. Let's work together people!

RULES OF WALKING IN NEW YORK CITY:

It's not difficult people. We just have to THINK. Common sense! But, since some people are less equipped with such sense than others, I'll spell it out for you:

Walk in the City like you would drive anywhere in America!

1. WALK TO THE RIGHT.
You're in America!
There's no need for millions of people to constantly dance with others they clearly aren't interested in dancing with. And, being a girl who can't dance, and seeing as Murphy's Law always gives me some dipshit to dance with - I think this is one rule that should definitely be enforced. I won't inflict my moves on anyone if everyone just walks to the right!

2. YIELD.
When coming out of a store, don't just walk right out into the side walk where there's already people moving to and fro. Come on! You wouldn't just drive out in the middle of an intersection or merge onto the interstate without looking and yielding.
Also, when exiting stores... What causes a person to walk out onto the sidewalk and just stop? Does the brightness of the sun or the falling of the rain or the moon in the sky surprise you and cause you to be like a deer in headlights? Don't do that. There's a whole building right behind you. If you want to step out of the store and stop, step out and to the right or left and stop next to the building. You wouldn't just drive out in the middle of an intersection and decide there which way you want to go.

3. NO SUDDEN STOPS.
The only time there can really be a valid excuse is if a person drops something. If you suddenly realize you're going the wrong way, a friend of yours tells you something shocking, something or someone catches your attention, you forget something and need to turn around - don't just stop right there!

4. LOOK BEHIND YOU BEFORE TURNING OR STOPPING.
For all of the above actions, particularly in number 3 - the least you can do is look behind you and see if your impending actions will disrupt the motion of another. Simple as that!

5. WALK IN A STRAIGHT LINE.
I ain't cop, but if I was and I saw some jerk swerving and veering, I'd pull him over and see if he'd been drinking. (Actually, I wouldn't cuz I just don't care enough. But the point is...) When walking, try and make it a straight line. Stay on your path, and out of others'!

6. DON'T STOP AT THE TOP OF THE SUBWAY STAIRS.
I always end up finding myself walking up the stairs behind one of these people. You get to the top and just stop and stand there. Yeah, sure you may be trying to get your bearings - but you can do that if you just step to the side (again, next to a building is a great spot!), and figure what you wanna do then.

7. IT'S CALLED A SIDEWALK FOR A REASON.
Move move move!!! Don't just stand there talking with people, figuring out where you want to go or where you are, or just look up gazing at the buildings. Do all that out of the way of the walk way.

8. SLOWER PACERS, WALK TO RIGHT.
On the interstate, the rule is - if you're going to drive slower, stay in the right lane so others can pass you on the left. This can apply with walking. The busier people can move around you, and you're less likely to have a collision with a stopped person standing to the side. (Like a stalled car on the side of the road.)

9. RALLIES DON'T TAKE UP THE WHOLE ROAD.
Nearly everyone has experienced a motorcycle rally. It can be a little thrill to see them cruise by, when you're just wandering about. But if you're stuck in your car waiting for the police escort to allow them to pass, it can be a bit annoying. This being said - come on groups! Let's not all take up the sidewalk. Share! If there is more than two of you, let's try staggering a bit so you leave plenty of walk space for the rest of us.

10. WALK AT YOUR OWN RISK.
While New Yorkers have been pigeon holed to be not-so-nice, it's bull shit! We are a very nice people - so long as you're not in our way. It's not that we are all about ourselves. Most of the time, especially during the work day, if we're out and about, we're moving form Point A to Point B and have to get there quickly. If you follow the above rules, it helps us out greatly! (And keeps us a nice people.)

HAPPY WALKING!!!!!!

Here

I don't know if you're aware, but you left this behind. I took a peak, I couldn't resist. Quite the collection you have in there. Little bits and pieces of this and that... Not really a value to others, but I'm sure it's priceless to you. I kept it in a safe place... even moved it to a safer one after I took that peak. I hope you don't mind.

At first I thought to myself that you were cuckoo, but then remembered who I was thinking about, and it all made sense. But not. But does. You know what I mean.

Also, while I was at it, I added a lil piece of me. Not too much, just a piece. But, you know there's always more should the loveliness continue. I put it in the corner, beneath the rest of them. You can barely see it, 'less you're looking for it. And it really doesn't take up much room.

Afterwards, I took a nap. I kept it close by, cuz I was just so fascinated. Fell asleep looking at it. It's just so interesting. Then I put it back. But now... here.

Muto

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

Loner

Loner
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I could sit and look at you for hours.
And I did so, many a night.
Tho alone, it was never lonely.
Because I had you there every time.
Occasionally, I gave our moments to others.
But nothing like what I had,
Could anyone ever feel.
You gave me more than I could ask for.
You were my therapy.
You're missed now that I am no longer there.

Yeah it's like this today.

I don't feel so good.
It's the day after...
But I'm sure I'm still drunk, right now.
I thought I just saw a bird fly thru the room...
And I tripped over nothing.
Sneezed inward, if you can believe it...
Fell asleep while standing up.
Christened a rock as my pet.
Then chucked it at a moving van.
Thought I remembered a forgotten...
But realized it never happened.
I gave you a whirl.
You gave me a shot.
Found a shiny nickel in my pocket...
Along with some lint, part of a staple
And an old peppermint wrapper.
She's pregnant over there.
Looks like she could pop.
A girl. The plan. Tho not confirmed.
Didn't see the weewee, tho...
So she feels petty safe to say.
We shall see.
You don't know how much I love him.
You really, really don't.
He sang a song to me once.
I have the picture to prove it.
People hate other peoples' love.
They just don't understand.
The moustache is perfect right there.
I hope it doesn't go away.
God I need a cigarette...
But I think it will make me sick.
A drink?
Why, thank you...
Don't mind if I do.
But... wait...
I have to, I mean.
Nah, I think I should pass altogether.
Yeah. I can't drink no more, no more.
I can't drink no more.
I told you... I'm still drunk.
For sure.

Oh Mimi...

Guinness makes me forget... literally. I don't remember what I did. I hope you enjoyed it. I hear it was quite the sight.

photoshop you

I didn't really understand it until I stepped away. I took a good hard look at what was before me and realized it wasn't what I thought it was. It was just an error in judgment on my part and I would either have to edit it.. or delete it. Delete is an easier way to do it. But, you already know that. I prefer editing, tho.
You can better rather than destroy.

Makes no sense

If you were to say that this is why, but continue to prove that it isn't...
To tell me you are one thing, but prove to be something entirely different...
To speak of your own honesty, but demonstrate such words are only lies...
To express such lightness in an intimate moment, but shadow it all once that moment is gone...
To be so sincere in what frightens you, but fake your own bravery the rest of the time...

Then how is anyone to truly understand and appreciate you for all you know you can be worth... But, you just haven't seen it in yourself yet?

How can I be your friend?
How can I want to?