is consumed by this organization.
And I don't regret any bit of it.
Check out all of these beautiful people: here!
Monday, January 31, 2011
My life up north
is consumed by this organization.
And I don't regret any bit of it.
Check out all of these beautiful people: here!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Jibber jabber down the ladder
...
and all she did was fall, fall down the steps, back to the beginning.
With all of the experience, bruises and memories of the time she once was at the top,
only to be back doing the same monotonous routine, from the bottom.
Bottom or top?
Top or bottom?
What's your preference?
-Mon
[Berlin]
[City Unknown]
[Jose Rivas]
[Jose Rivas]
[Jose Rivas]
[joints...]
[and trips?]
[drugs]
[justice]
[contemplation]
[or simply mere relaxation?]
Too many options.
and all she did was fall, fall down the steps, back to the beginning.
With all of the experience, bruises and memories of the time she once was at the top,
only to be back doing the same monotonous routine, from the bottom.
Bottom or top?
Top or bottom?
What's your preference?
-Mon
[Berlin]
[City Unknown]
[Jose Rivas]
[Jose Rivas]
[Jose Rivas]
[joints...]
[and trips?]
[drugs]
[justice]
[contemplation]
[or simply mere relaxation?]
Too many options.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Photos, because sometimes you don't need words...
[?]
[NYC, Shark Toof]
[Eugene Plotnikov]
[Dennis McNett]
[Tattoo, Know Hope]
[New Orleans, Black Label Bicycle Club]
[Lunar Eclipse, 2011]
[Lunar Eclipse]
[Haiti, 1 year after the earthquake]
[India, Marriage]
[Cafe in ?]
C'est la vie... Berkeley bound, eh?
Los Angeles, you are slowly uncovering different beautiful aspects of your existence. Soon, we will rendezvous again; but, until then, I will be northbound.
-Mon
Saturday, January 15, 2011
... and just like that,
the sun sets and greets the other side of the world,
the moon takes the spotlight and emanates its radiance,
and I pack my bags, ready to keep on with this willy thing called life.
With no direction
maybe a path or two
and a whole lot of curiosity.
It may have killed the cat, but there's more to this feline.
-Mon
the sun sets and greets the other side of the world,
the moon takes the spotlight and emanates its radiance,
and I pack my bags, ready to keep on with this willy thing called life.
With no direction
maybe a path or two
and a whole lot of curiosity.
It may have killed the cat, but there's more to this feline.
-Mon
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Pixies: Where is My Mind?
Insignificance and little voices -
everywhere, talking up a storm.
Look! A dinner table!
There goes the wine, flying across the way, performing a ballet of sorts before splattering all over the gentlemen, as if Jack the Ripper returned to experiment with the other gender.
More wine, more food, more voices.
Debauchery ensues, with every character making a mess out of my mind. No matter, they can clean it up? Wishful thinking...
But there goes more wine! What the fuck are they doing? Why are they doing this?
My lack of control has never been more evident. All emotions pervade the area and there is still nothing I can do about it. So I stand there, in complete silence, and watch. I try to understand the different actions and different decisions these little shits decide to make. Watching and waiting with nothing to say...
Then, everyone just stops and a blanket of silence covers the room. Not a peep executed; all eyes resembling a deer gawking at a vehicle before death. People stand up, straighten their clothes, wipe their stains, and exit the room.
-x-x-x-
And that's the best way I can describe what happens when my mind runs a mile a minute and attempts to process everything that has gone on, is going on, and will go on. A messy scene with every figment basking for the limelight. Yet, when one catches my attention, another motherfucker is already on a table, stripping his clothes off and causing the initial, piece of shit, to become insignificant.
However, it only takes a second to take a deep breath and stop it all - stop thinking completely. Then, you don't single one out, but rather collectively ignore the whole scene. No more limelight, just calmness.
Just serenity.
[A droplet drips off of the table]
...did they stop because there was no more wine?
I hear a roar outside of my door. Chanting.
Here they come, with a case, and with a certain kind of passion in their eyes that might eat me alive.
Or merely drink me to sleep?
Cheers!
-Mon
everywhere, talking up a storm.
Look! A dinner table!
There goes the wine, flying across the way, performing a ballet of sorts before splattering all over the gentlemen, as if Jack the Ripper returned to experiment with the other gender.
More wine, more food, more voices.
Debauchery ensues, with every character making a mess out of my mind. No matter, they can clean it up? Wishful thinking...
But there goes more wine! What the fuck are they doing? Why are they doing this?
My lack of control has never been more evident. All emotions pervade the area and there is still nothing I can do about it. So I stand there, in complete silence, and watch. I try to understand the different actions and different decisions these little shits decide to make. Watching and waiting with nothing to say...
Then, everyone just stops and a blanket of silence covers the room. Not a peep executed; all eyes resembling a deer gawking at a vehicle before death. People stand up, straighten their clothes, wipe their stains, and exit the room.
-x-x-x-
And that's the best way I can describe what happens when my mind runs a mile a minute and attempts to process everything that has gone on, is going on, and will go on. A messy scene with every figment basking for the limelight. Yet, when one catches my attention, another motherfucker is already on a table, stripping his clothes off and causing the initial, piece of shit, to become insignificant.
However, it only takes a second to take a deep breath and stop it all - stop thinking completely. Then, you don't single one out, but rather collectively ignore the whole scene. No more limelight, just calmness.
Just serenity.
[A droplet drips off of the table]
...did they stop because there was no more wine?
I hear a roar outside of my door. Chanting.
Here they come, with a case, and with a certain kind of passion in their eyes that might eat me alive.
Or merely drink me to sleep?
Cheers!
-Mon
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Rants and Politics
Stationed at Starbucks, the same one that I had spent countless nights, on [x], in preparation for AP exams. It's funny how things have the potential to change; now, instead of pulling my hair out about government and the like, I am doing busy work and planning for the new semester.
It almost makes me feel like all of that studying was pointless. It taught me nothing but to finish what I started. Which, I suppose in retrospect, is a good habit to adopt, but you can learn it in a far better manner.
My rant will end there.
As for more important things! Now with the new year buzzing in, the Food Collective is becoming a reality once more. For anyone who is mildly interested in food politics and whatnot, take a peak at these two links that Yassi sent over to me.
and
http://www.freshthemovie.com/
There's something about these topics that draws me in - not too sure what yet, but I know there's something fascinating about this movement.
-Mon
It almost makes me feel like all of that studying was pointless. It taught me nothing but to finish what I started. Which, I suppose in retrospect, is a good habit to adopt, but you can learn it in a far better manner.
My rant will end there.
As for more important things! Now with the new year buzzing in, the Food Collective is becoming a reality once more. For anyone who is mildly interested in food politics and whatnot, take a peak at these two links that Yassi sent over to me.
and
http://www.freshthemovie.com/
There's something about these topics that draws me in - not too sure what yet, but I know there's something fascinating about this movement.
-Mon
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Delightful Months To Come
A day late, but equally as thankful.
I met some beautiful souls in 2010 and had some of the most memorable times as well. Here's to 2011 - to more beautiful people and more uncanny experiences.
Cheers to a New Year.
Life is but a garden, a garden of earthly delights...
-Mon
I met some beautiful souls in 2010 and had some of the most memorable times as well. Here's to 2011 - to more beautiful people and more uncanny experiences.
Cheers to a New Year.
Life is but a garden, a garden of earthly delights...
-Mon
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