Bison

I cannot do this anymore; and by this I mean writing on here because it has turned into something I did not want it to be.

I will return victorious but until then I am defeated.

Burt's Bees

castles and spaceships,
hanging water molecules.
it's the same thing: clouds.

I have a lot going for me that I do not capitalize on and last night it felt good when I did take the opportunity to use something that has been in my face all along, which was in the form of joining a small group.
A lot has been going on lately in my own little world, which is expanding by the day, much like the formation of a new planet. In my internet escapades I have ventured across a lot of wonderful illustrated art, and this idea to sketch out stuff is so appealing yet at the same time I hate to see what I draw and then reflect on what I have seen. It stems from the same tree that does not like to read my own writing but there is a bipolar element to it because at the same time I selfishly think how absolutely awesome I am or what I am doing is extremely independent or something and the only way to counter that is to tell myself I'm not and it's not and there is no middle ground. "I've just got to get myself over me."
There are definitely unselfish aspects of my life and that is generally how I interact with people but I'm sure most people face this same conundrum because otherwise I'm not sure how many of us would have so many friends but who needs fakers anyways if they can't handle the truth they should exit. I really need to think more than I am.
Currently streaming WQXR, a New York based classical music station.

DA

each cell to his own
as they differentiate
one by one by one.

Always deciding to play the devil's advocate in an argument is also a convenient way to mask your own beliefs or lack thereof. 

coincidences,
the chance landing of a seed.
emerging forest.

Today was great because my new camera, the Mamiya c330, introduced me to a guy I otherwise would probably not have met. We just chatted about photography and visions in a clothing store for a good 15 minutes and he told me that he's been on a break from shooting, and our chance meeting today coupled with some other event a few days ago has him leaning again towards putting his eye to the viewfinder and taking pictures once again.
I think I'm going to carry my camera around more often.

nalgene gracepoint

shovels against earth,
much like roots of the cactus
don't go very deep.

Ha I can't always take myself so seriously I'd go insane. I like writing deep things at one time only to come back later and find them funny although it may be the mark of a good writer that the words are able to stand against time but what the heck I'm the author and my feelings change constantly.

walking down the street...

I had the unfortunate experience tonight of having someone else's urine being thrown upon me. To give a fair account, it was spread out pretty well between the 7 of us which were walking together but still it was unpleasant. I was more amazed than angered simply at the sheer stupidity of doing that because it was by a guy and there were girls with us and I find that to be very disrespectful. We were carrying a bookcase too. Ah whatever. I really hope no one else has to experience that, but if you do, I'm sorry. I really just laugh about it now because that's all I can really do about it. No point in holding a grudge over it, I mean urine is pretty sterile anyways, right? If it had stained my RVCA jeans though...it would be a different story...