“write something every day for one year.”

day#120

4.30.10

stick up for yourself son, never mind what anybody else done.  yeasayer “ambling alp”

“a stranger in dekah”  a psychedelic spaghetti steampunk western.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#119

4.29.10

a few words for the day, for another day in paradise dreaming.  and living, phoso.  in your special way you do it and you do it well.  say goodbye to yesterday, say hello to this now.  every moment is an ending, every ending is a new beginning.  challah when ya hot!

“write something every day for one year.”

day#118

4.28.10

dishes laundry dinner ashtray massage oil tea cup water weed blackberry new new yorker black pocket moleskin notebook spring training baseball from st. patty’s day purple bandana receipts bills full mini dv tapes candles blank dvds and cds an altar hard drives printer pictures toys letters the desk home office.  first thought best thought- jk

“write something every day for one year.”

day#117

4.27.10

they met at tom bergins a little after 9pm.  they sat down at the bar.  he ordered a white russian, she got a water.  the lakers were on.  it was the playoffs and they were beating oklahoma bad, up by 30 points.  they ordered some food.  he had a cheeseburger and fries and she had a cornbeef sandwich.  the spicy mustard with horseradish was like wasabi on her sinuses.  he paid for dinner and his drink.  they kissed outside on fairfax and went back to his place.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#116

4.26.10

a sweet disposition, a hard working cure.  asleep, awake, i get naked for you.  jack kerouac  drunk on william buckley’s “firing line”.  it was 1968.  he drank himself to death less than a year later.  i got a show 2 go 2.  it’s 2010.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#115

4.25.10

pants around your ankles.  “you wanna stand up?”  the sweat and stink and desire of man, softballed and worked out.  addicted to the hunt and the thrill.  in the talmud they speak of stories of wise men who lost their wages.  looking around there is always gonna be someone better, brighter, more on track they say.  but fuck dude don’t forget to stop looking and just shine man.  that’s all you got is you.  live it, love it and rock dat shiz.  no matter what, no matter what.  everything all the time but chill 2 da swill of the sip of your tea.  in the morning, in the evening and the daytime too.  be a vessel for the holy moly oh man oh my oh may oy vey hello hallelujah!

“write something every day for one year.”

day#114

4.24.10

2 by 2 by 2 equals 6 by 2 equals 3.  ohio don’t remember me.   but i remember ohio.  that hill by the kokosing river.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#113

4.23.10

single focus clarity clearing away that which does not serve.  my jimmy’s super fly like snuka, ladies beware like koko.  watching wwf on saturday mornings, my pops made pancakes.  my younger brother and i would build forts.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#112

4.22.10

got some in and out burger after the gym.  #2 animal style no tomato with an extra order of fries and a root beer.  i was hungry.  it was just past midnite.  most of the fries were gone by the time i got home.