Holy shit it's been a while.
You can check me here tho:
lexroc.tumblr.comI'm different now... The world is different now... Beware.
Ps - I didn't last in NYShitty, I got this tv writing fellowship and moved to L.A. California is cool. I like the sunshine and the palm trees. Furthermore, pomegranates and peaches are amongst my favorite fruits.
Technology Intro:
The world is organic, everything about it. we just need to clean up our trash.
Glamourama
I should erase everything I posted prior to this because it became weird, and was only half-heartedly me. A half hearted effort on my part. There was no humor, just insane insights, and what I now consider vague and detached, hyper romantivity.
It actually makes me want to vomit in retrospect, but my obsession with evolution is too great, and some part of me likes the torture in acknowledging from whence I came. No trade in gore, for glamour.
My publicist, if I had one, would trash it, tell me to buy a dog and play more frisby on the beach, then I could be photographed as real. Here lie, real pictures of me.
However, let's just say I'm not in touch with that perspective, but let me please offer: if my blog, on this internet, were a wall or a house or something tangible instead of technological space, it would have been vandalized, with red paint.
Thus, it remains, a somewhat horrific monument.
Clean air future, please.
convince yourself. you dont have to convince me.
Everything
Everything starts and EVERYTHING finishes.
BUt life goes on if you're living.
What's going on?
What's gonna happen??????
Read the lines on your hands or the lines in your head.
But really choose to see it.
Do you?
THe details.
Life.
Everything.
There's an End you see, and that's ok.
Everything starts and everything finishes.
You.
Me...
Forget fear, fight for your freedom.
and then i told him "Get over yourself," sacastically.
But really.
be free. Get free.
see.
Asabache
Part I - Nonsense for reason: a chick flick
RUpture. "There's been a rupture in aisle 4" the clerk announces over the PA. Gravity being the only motivator is taking a personal day, she likes to save her vacation days for the end of the year. No response from post one, she says, "Post One respond." A few moments pass and yet Nothing. The clerk getting both more severe and desperate says, "THERE'S BEEN A RUPTURE, WILL SOMEONE PLEASE PICK UP!?!" still no response. She sighs, knowing submission's out there. Submission, the heart of the followers, was handed the keys by gravity. "Take good care today," Gravity said as she mounted her white horse. The clerk begins decending the ladder, PA phone still in hand. "Are you there?" THe clerk asks frustrated, as if speaking to the emptied heart of a distant lover... And there's No response. No answer. Only rupture, submission and the decending clerk.
