don't be afraid to be who you are, just do it and see what happens. I might get killed a lot sooner than I would've if I was playing it safe and not actually living my life, but at what cost. fuck that

on reading authors

life clutter hell

chopin breaths with me

reading books, though you may not be directly in contact with the author and the author may be dead or alive friend or foe, you are basically 'hanging out' with the person who wrote said book. Reading books, is hanging out, with people.
that means I'm not alone if I read. I'm so afraid of being alone.
I can read now and think I'm not alone dad (world) (I meant world by dad.)
(and I guess I could with time be comfortable enough or aware of my surroundings on an outer body level of unclouded awareness to, by saying world, actually mean universe and galaxy.)

humanity takes baby steps, or shall I say, humanity IS one big baby step

So I've been talking to the awesome baby boy I met

'New York in celestial blue and silver' francesca lia block

there's this baby on the couch behind mine I've been talking to at filter, this cafe i like doing homework at, and he's just really cool. he has these crazy big deep blue eyes and funny blond hair that sticks up right in the middle, and he literally like, communicates with me with his face- i can see him registering information and reacting to me. he's like 1. it's awesome. he has two little giant teeth growing far apart from each other.
I taught him how to flip your hands upside-down and make funny hand glasses on your face. I don't think he'll be able to do it until his ligaments develop a little more, but like- when I started doing it step by step for him he stopped smiling and started watching my hands and what they were doing. i think he totally got it.
and then he was crawling all over the place and fell, or something, something startled him and he started crying? but his voice, it sounded like a raged opulent hell gliding bird, it was fucking beautiful. this kid, this kid is filled with something that's gunna be way powerful one day, he's like, got the juice man. totally.
he's totally flirting with me. that's what it is.
I just got played by a 1 year old. damn.

I took a photo of them and got his mom's email so i could send it to her.

a nymphomaniac is just someone who has more sex than you. -alex halbert

Fritz Perls says, "the only way out is through."

'If we led our lives according to the ways intended by nature,' wrote French author La Boétie in his book The Politics of Obedience,' we should be intuitively obedient to our parents; later we should adopt reason as our guide and become slaves to nobody.'

I'm so busy being POPular that I don't have time for SCHOOL

two people made love to me last night, but first discovered how to do so without making me go insane due to post traumatic incidents. mother, fucking, props.

base through ceiling, distinct sound, certain individual feeling

I just have to kick EVERYTHINGS ass, I have no choice

'turbo-capitalism' = recent economical developments form 2000 to 2010. -Edward Luttwak

al porto has been with all of the bitches

a nymphomaniac is just someone who has more sex than you. -alex halbert

the people you can't stop thinking about

evil little boys with secrets

my chosen lovers are my favorite people, because, they mentally stimulate me in some way or another, or more enrich me as a reactional (learning) entity . they have the ? that ? we all know as people but can't figure out the identity of, they have the _ , that I don't . the _ that I need to be more complete as a reflection of the universe's never ending pyramid of reaction and reality.
react
real
reality is composed of constant unending reflections spreading and changing constantly throughout the entire pool of existence
when we die, will we be allowed to see what's around our previously immediate bodies and planet?

does the truth about what someone thought or felt or did really even matter? the only thing that matters is right now- and what you're going to do, however you figure out how to do it

small child immediately devours my attention always

I like imagining our species like an ant colony, doing everything in order and formation without knowing.

why do formulas re-occur constantly without effort, and blend so seamlessly to not be noticed
who's brain started all this

I've almost gone completely notably deaf

the fish singing around their bubble
their bubble, as in they are inside, whoever they are, watching the fish swim around them with care love and happiness directed towards them, little gold omens of fishy well being

I've been playeda fool for 6 years by an asshole who I thought or wanted to think was someone who cared for and loved me, and I just now after all this time got it through my thick retarded cranium. my goodness, nice to meet you self respect sir, you have lovelyteeth

on trying to make music:
yeah, all i can say, even though it sounds dumb is, just make it and keep making it whatever it is even if it sucks
i swear
i started doing that and it's getting better

'if your worried about being comfortable you're not gunna get shit done. you won't be comfortable working. deal with being uncomfortable, hungry, tired, whatever, and you're work will flourish'
my friend Javier

please don't clown your light out al porto

instead of peace as a goodbye, 'peaces' - sam mewton (mewtown)