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Watcher out. [20 Nov 2008|01:09am]
I think I know when to quit, I think I know when I’m running on empty. Eternal sunshine is this only because daylight savings is all the rage. The only way I want to be affiliated with rage is if I’m full of it, however in my case I’m already full of it, and rage was nowhere to be found.
I feel ready. Ready to let go of this in order to grasp tomorrow. 7years of good luck, 7years of laughs and tears. No matter where I go, what I do, whom I become I will always be a watcher…
Spun me web

Bananas give you cancer, don't say i didn't warn you. [11 Oct 2008|12:11am]
So here I am in Chi city about to get a cold. This is a big deal for me since I get sick about once a year. My mother says it’s because I’m strong willed and resilient when in reality it’s most likely because I licked doorknobs up until the age of eight. At some point in my endeavor to refine my senses I intern made my white blood cells indestructible, why I could fill a syringe with my white blood cells and sell it to children from countries that force them to make the clothes I’m wearing right now and cure them all! Of what you ask, ANYTHING…that’s what. Too bad the pharmaceutical companies stopped me from curing the world from frown -syndrome. You win again capitalism, damn you’re good.


But seriously, I really hate having sex with my roommate. How do I get myself into shitjams like these? I move in and tell myself “Ari, no fucking the roommate this time you remember what happened last time” but then before you know it I’m going for a jog down her pink runway wearing nothing but a smile and a leather mask (safety word creamy center). It’s not like I don’t like having sex with her it’s just that I would rather not, or masturbate. Sex with her is fun or something, but I can’t stop thinking about jacky. Jacky is my love of loves and we will be reunited once I save enough money to go back to the MIA, but until then I’m here madly in love with her, fucking someone else simply because proximity beats celibacy in a knife fight.

To make matters worse, she’s extra horny the week. It’s like her vagina is a vampire. So get this, vagepire is just going apeshit with lust so I just start to mentioning Jacky like she was just invented and this turns her off of cock hunter mode so fast I decide to use my new found powers for good and forget the whole thing. Later on she apologizes for being a horn ball and what not, I accept and go down on her for no apparent reason. To seal the deal I go ahead and give her the red light special and have her pump lady liquids into my mouth until she has none left. She came so hard I had to surf out of her room.

In case you were wondering there was no point to this entry, I’m just trying to catch my flow again. It seems like my personality has changed since I haven’t been writing as much as I use to, so this is my attempt to gain control of my voice yet again.

And yes, I did say Vagepire.
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C-ville [13 Jul 2008|03:42pm]
So I had to flee to the suburbs. Claudia is just as crazy and drunk as she was when I left her in that shithole in miami. Leaving her to drink herself retarded in her apartment back in Chicago makes me wonder if I should be there to help her along, you know? Who’s going to hold her hair back when she’s throwing up in people’s mail boxes? Who’s going to pull her back onto the side walk because she’s in the middle of the street with her arms flailing above her head screaming unintelligibly at on coming traffic for a cab? Who’s going to look at her the same way ever again……?

Not me, good luck hun. And now here I am in the most unstimulating place on earth in the middle of nowhere, but anything is better than living with that woman. Besides, I’m here with friends. Jessy from high school, that’s who I’m rooming with for the time being, she is sweet and easily amused, but a little needy. I have dubbed her the poster girl for co-dependency. Where ever I am in the apartment she will find me and sit next to me and do things she could easily have done in her room or elsewhere. When she’s going out to do errands and such she always asks: “you wanna come with me?”, but the blueprint to her voice reveals what she really meant: “please come with me, there are snakes and dragons outside, and I’m not sure how to breathe without a spotter”.

At times like these i remember things my mother told me when i wouldn't listen "Just because you're losing, doen't mean you've lost". The more I write here the better I will eventually feel…right? In any case I miss the clicking of the keyboard.
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[09 Jun 2008|05:13am]
1 Got Caught| Spun me web

Peace, man [04 Jun 2008|03:24pm]
I’m awake. My arms are moving, my legs are dancing and my heart is burning. All the signs of a critically thinking humanoid hell bend on a change of scenery, pace, people and most of all, the first step in connecting the dots.

I never really liked this activity in grade school and found it rather pointless didn’t you? Connect the dots, pfft.. Because just looking at the paper with all those dots floating there without the line in-between is difficult… right. I was an angry little Ari in grades 3-5 because every activity seemed like the teacher just made it up when I was at recess and expected me to happily color in the lines, well I didn’t:



That’s what my desk looked like. I think this in itself is a metaphor for my life as a whole “It may not look pretty, but someone’s bound to put it on the internet.” A credo I will hold fast to in order to survive. I know what I want/need and she’s smiling right now, I can hear it.

On my way to the city, finally. This little excursion to hippieville was well deserved but over done. In the end I’m glad I care about the earth so much that I choose to ignore it when it cries. I’m not saying I’m a hater or anything but all these hippies crying all the damn time have forced me to turn a deaf ear. Hippieinizim has claimed the mind of a dear friend. She will be missed.

I’m done with this place, I had vegannaise the other day on a sandwich….then I went back to the store and slapped the cashier when she asked why I asked to speak to the manager, then slapped her too. These damn hippies are all over the place, I hate to get derogatory but if I never see another dirty forest rat again it’ll be too soon.



What the fuck is the world coming to? I guarantee everyone in this picture smells lilke a dirty dick and can care less about it, yes even Terrell over there smiling like an idiot giving us a bad name. Black hippies love being the only black person at a bond fire because it means everyone asks him “hey man…can you get me some pot?” simply because he’s there with dreads, and weather or not he can get them weed is irrelevant because little hippie white girls are a sucker for us black guys, there I said it. Chances are if you’re middle American and white your mom fucked a black guy in the 70s and keeps his picture in her purse and rubs one out to it on her lunch break everyone and a while.

Every time one of those little forest rat betties came up to me asking to touch my hair because it was sooooooo different I asked to touch their nipples because “I’ve never touched a pink one before” and that worked more times than you’d think.

I’m done! I’m out! Give me the city with it’s litter and advertisements everywhere, give me real public transportation, give me lights everywhere, give me cops that sell you weed at a better rate than jimmy on the corner. As for you dirty forest rats not flushing because it saves 2 fucking gallons of water….give me a fucking break.

/Ari out
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Here and there. [29 Feb 2008|01:32pm]
Deeper still, we fall under the sway of one another’s charm.

At first, actually talking to her was lackluster. This kept throwing me off, the sex is good, the friendship itself is exciting, the drunken shenanigans are off the wall, but with that crucial chunk missing in action I had my doubts. However, today I stand corrected. Last night I slept over. As I lay there next to her she told me how she felt for me, with my initial reaction internalized I proceed to alert her to the fact that I feel the same.

It seems as if after that, it was much easier to talk, joke, play and just be ourselves instead of two people who have sex and smoke cigarettes with nothing to say to each other. Ever since Claudia I’ve been a little hesitant about getting to know someone awesome, what with the off chance I might grow to hate them. “Happy one year anniversary you’re a cunt, and I hate you” doesn’t all fit on a cake. This time around getting to know someone like her is a thrill not a horror movie, because us black folk tend to die first and all, I’m just sayin’.

Honestly, I don’t know if I could handle a relationship right now that isn’t already built up with time and understanding behind it. You know who you are. On the other hand, it’s good to give attention and affection and kisses and get it all back with interest, really good. I like this girl, I see myself with her until schools over and we dash to opposite ends of the map. A short lived liaison, packed with sparks and wine, I’m down.

This was bound to happen. I just wish it happened sooner.
Spun me web

[27 Feb 2008|11:04am]
For some reason I feel like we’re on the same page, affection wise. However, we have never really had an in-depth conversation on anything really, and this troubles me a tad. Since most of my relationships were based off a strong connection via stimulating tête-à-tête I feel this one might not last?

Christ, listen to me, we fucked twice and now I’m choosing table cloths for the fucking wedding. This can only entice laughter, retrospectively of course. I only see myself romantically involved because she looks at me like I should be there the next morning. Usually when two people decide to “hook up” the deed is done and the participating factions diverge into the shadows intervening in each others time lines only when a physical need is not met otherwise.

She has given me no such indications that this is her thought process on the matter. Perhaps I’m just over looking the circumstances surrounding the motive to the initial
encounter, she was drunk after all. A girlfriend would be nice right about now, but I can’t ignore my desire for another. I’ve never been one to juggle, so I’ll just play catch for now.

This seems innocent enough, I just feel like playing it my ear. I like how she coo’s that’s all I need.

On a completely unrelated note, I had a run in with a girl and this is how it went:



She’s winking, thinking, where do I begin? Such a thin line between pleasure and sin. If I follow my heart I’ll be at the start again, who the fuck invented this game it’s impossible to win.

Well, I agree little lady, these pieces are oddly shapen making a mistake is just part of the game, so make them. If you have to work this hard for emotion, then fake all your orgasms and set sail for the ocean. They say there are plenty of fish in the sea, but it seems to me your net might have a hole or three.

Bitch please, I have no time for metaphors and fishes, my patience is breaking and I just ran out of wishes. I blew out all my candles and my funds are insufficient. I’m running on empty, my heart is broken can you fix it?

He takes a second to think, then backs up, takes a second to drink the rest of the toxic in his solo cup. Zips up his jacket, she thinks he’s about to mack it when in fact he’s about to attack her logic, in fragments.

Fuck you! What do you expect when you ignore my advice? Next time we speak I won’t be as nice. So now you expect me to pick up the pieces? Write me a note, slip it under the door I’m staying at the four seasons. This is all you fault and I’m no position to deny it, I’m done with being realistic now it’s your turn to try it. I’m out like a light, I’m tired of feeling like the relationship natzi chillin’ on the third reich, all right? So pick up your shit and dissolve into the night.
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Figged! [26 Feb 2008|06:34pm]
I have started to become intimate with a friend of mine. She is cute and has me sneered. All the mannerisms that make up her repertoire of unconventional quarks have me watching to see what she will do next, every time she falls into a room drunk the party starts. Kudos to you Ely Figgs. Her exterior is one of sheer mundane proportions, nothing special honestly, but sometimes that’s all it takes to initiate the spark of interest.

For some reason she feels the need to project this “thug life” air about her. One would find her a bit tomboyish at first glance, I wouldn’t blame them this much is true. I laugh at this adorable attempt to culturally define her current status of mini-gangster.

However, alone she sheds this faux exoskeleton almost immediately and expresses to me her need for pleasure and affection from someone whom she feels comfortable with. I divulge the same. It is beautiful, and so is she. I have more to say on the subject, yet I find myself at a press for time at the moment, so I shall continue at a later time with no restraints of the crono-suppressive nature.

_late
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Say, hey there... [08 Feb 2008|05:04pm]
Watcha gonna do? Slam Doors? Break a glass? Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked ass? She still makes time to hate me, but basically I'm overbooked, no emotional vacancy. Complacency seems so simple, like fuck it let me be the one you fight and call mister right. It's and addiction bound to stick around cause a junky won't bounce 'till he hits the ground (get down)
And these drugs ain't as good as we wish they were (get up) and this buzz doesn't keep us from missin' her (get over) And that love that built all of this emphasis spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus (get out) It's easier to leave it there each time I see your tears makes me need a beer to relieve the fear, I wanna keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor outta here maybe next year I'll reappear!


Sometimes you make me feel like such a prick, that even I'm convinced that I'm the one that’s sick. You can fuss and bitch, you can cut your wrist or you can choke on that blood from the tounge you've bit. And when you acted up, best believe I blessed you back I've got a fucking fan base that can attest to that. I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card
cause I want no motherfuckin' part of it. We're just two dogs on all fours, It's a tug of war for who loves you more. Blame it on dewers or locked bathroom doors or maybe it's 'cause my voice was louder than yours. I'll be damned if I do this for forever, everybody lookin' at me like I don't know better. Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna forget her
cause I've always been a go-getter (so whatever).


And now I got a head full of better off dead, I followed down them steps, and slept in the wrong bed. If I had a breath of self-respect left I'd set fire to the box spring to help it catch wreck. Let these ashes represent the mattress. Director left the set but nobody told the actress, so she's still actin' as if we scheduled a practice and my soundtrack is compromising her theatrics. You, you remind me of me, it's not a compliment get your song on. You, who you tryin' to be? I've got no tolerance left for drama. You, you would like to go free, jump off the fence let your claws out. You, you remind me of me, run from all of them 'til they all gone. Then, here we go again, with my threats to leave like I've ever left a she who wouldn't let me breathe, Instead I kept it deep enough to get you to believe that I'm incapable of escaping and setting you free
Well I'mma open up that map and see the nation, call it vocation, call it a vacation. You can find me at the airport waiting, or maybe I'll be chain smoking down at the train station. With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack, I gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back. Get my last paycheck, smash and make steps gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the tape deck (peace).
Spun me web

[07 Jan 2008|07:20pm]
Now or never...
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Yellow Snow [15 Nov 2007|12:57am]
I saw a fucking Christmas tree yesterday. The bullshit begins. Aside from spoiled children and tyranny I loathe nothing more than Christmas. Coincidentally it produces both. If memory serves me correctly wasn't it a time to celebrate the birth of some Middle Eastern guy who got everyone drunk off water then walked on it? Now what the fuck does it stand for? Sales. I use to rant on about how I hate Christmas because everyone was all happy a giddy over giving each other be quested shit they bought at walmart in the bargain bin two months before. This time it's different, well almost.

What better way to ring in the New Year by bending over and letting capitalism fuck you in the ass with a candy cane? Did anyone even notice the paradigm shift? No, you didn't, instead you all embraced it then bought reindeer wrapping paper to cover it all up, feel better yet? Do people enjoy fattening the pockets of conglomerates so much that they feel the need to ignore the true sprit of Christmas if ever there was one?

How about you stop buying shit for your grandmother to unwrap and make her something instead? You don't need a reason to go home and visit the ones you love. Why buy into it? Break free from the superficial red white and green and re-make new rituals that don't give the machine a reason to root for you.

Why not start with Christmas? Us Americans are so easily distracted, I wouldn't be surprised if we all started buying blades of grass if some asshole put an mp3 player in it.
Shut up for a second and stop texting each other. Look up at the world around you and look out at the worlds over seas. Can't you put your iphone down for a second and realize that shit is all fucked up?

No, of course not, because the next best thing is coming out for Christmas and you HAVE to buy it.

Well fuck it, if I'm alone in this I can either pretend nothing's happening socially and economically and go back to having sex with my electronics like everyone else or I can at least try to drop out of this consumer web and shout until someone passing by has dead air in-between songs on their beloved music player and happens to hear my necessitate for change.

Christ, do I have to twist your arms to better the world…..oh wait never mind everyone's at the mall I might as well be talking to my cat.

I want eggnog.

A LOT of it.

People give me a headache
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Save us [19 Oct 2007|03:33pm]
[ mood | grateful ]

There’s this girl I know. She is of average height, weight, employment status, blah blah blah. But there’s something that separates her from everyone in the room with you right now, and if you’re alone reading this, said logic still applies. We sat and talked over ambient music and veils of smoke ribbons. She speaks in the favor of change. I could tell she was in her element of conviction. As she tells me her goals and aspirations I listen, but sometimes I go into automatic retro-vision mode, sorry. There were times when she would be in a state of extreme awareness in the past. I remember her words as should you. Listen.

She was lost in lament, eyes holding back a world’s worth of tears. She sat in suspended motion. Fluid thought, cemented posture. She spoke everything in a tone of sorrow. Later on from that time, in other words now, as she sits in front of me telling me what she was feeling. She said she felt the impact of the world’s hiatus from progress, and I could tell she felt it all on her tiny little shoulders. She goes on to show me how she sees society, and it ain’t pretty. She’s in tune to the fact that people are just feeding off the earth and taking it for granted and how disgusting things have gotten. Out of control is the first thing that comes to mind when I ask her what the general direction is we’re going as a people. Long ago, she tells me, people lived off this earth, respected the bounty of the lush and meat basically grew with it and there was a perfect balance. However swayed by her lucid encounter with the world’s life story, being ground in hers brought her back to tell the story. This is why she lives the way she does, from the earth. Eat from it, sleep on it, play in it; just don’t buy it, it’s yours .There is no need to fund already corrupt conglomerates in pursuit of your life, your liberties and your pursuit of happiness. She makes a good point.

She has chosen her mediums Film, Paint, photography and she is not afraid to do it. But we are. Yes, all of us who see the wrongs and don’t at least try to right them. Listening to her go on about how she would convey the pain and strife she has encountered thinking about all of us, and why she would save us with her films, pictures, paintings when she could. In my book that just makes her the Media Paladin who will show those of us who will listen to the light.


Just sitting here in my brand name clothes that I wear for no reason, drinking my unreasonably over priced coffee living my life not knowing what I put on my back or in my body makes me hate it all the moment she’s at a sentence’s end. I feel like I need to live like her and fight to change things and use what’s already there figuratively speaking or otherwise. When she shakes her finger at society I feel the lash. Seems like I’m slowly tearing myself away from vampire partnership we have grown to have with our home. Compared to her feelings and burning aspirations, I feel like a dirty vampire sucking away at the neck of mother earth. What sets her apart from you and me is this, the difference she sees in her head will be the images and colors you see in your homes, at your movie theater, in your university class room.

Her rationale laid out and purpose pure. You ask me are there still heroes and if so, do we still need them? I can only say this…when you talk to one you’ll know, and I know I’m not writing this in vain.

Spun me web

New England in the fall [14 Oct 2007|09:52pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

I’m here writing form the hills. I wish I was kidding. Then again I don’t, I love it here. Mari finally hooked me and reeled me in. This place is live with independent thought and self medicating town’s people, the way America should look like from far away. Up close it’s just as fun. The leaves are on acid or fire I can’t decide yet, they say its fall coming a.k.a ‘season chance” whatever that means it looks serious, I am concerned. Someone else told me there would be snow soon, that was yesterday and I still have an erection. Growing up in Miami means you have a vague semblance of this phenomenon otherwise known as weather variations so you can see why I’m shitting myself whenever I go outside.

This place is a college town which means it’s full of people willing to do all the things they know they can’t get away with 10 years from now. You know, when someone says “just once, but only in college” yeah, well just that is happening right now all around me, and I’ll bet the money I’m trying so hard not to spend on more notebook paper that it’s not only going to happen just once. This place is the melting pot of the future in some ways it’s a little surreal passing future cabinet members and soon to be porn stars.

Job’s ok, it’s new and still smells that way. The people are smart, which is a relief. However, if I had one complaint it would be that everyone here is such a big fan of their little baseball team. Last night whilst on the clock I asked…let’s call her frank (because I feel I need to protect the innocent from ridicule, and also to insinuate that this girl looked like a guy named frank put on a dress and came to work 5’oclock shadow and all)a question

“Given I’ve only been here a month, I have found that the ratio of people our age (18-23) are so much more involved with political goings than the Miami assemblage alone. To a point that it’s starting to feel like a radical thought convention more than a Red Sox tailgate party which was what I was expecting on my way here.
“…..Sox? Omg, liek, you’re a sox fan? Holy crap me too!!1! See my hat,” she/he points to the hat on its head as if I needed help finding it. “BOSTON BABY!”
“Um, actually the thesis of my icebreaker was political awareness, not the fucking sox. I can care less about the fucking sox.
“So you’re a Yankee fan?” I can tell for her this was a matter of black and white, up and down. How can I get my point across without being the new guy who’s an asshole?
“I hate baseball”
“TERRORIST!!!!!!!!”

Ok, that didn’t go over to well. I have more hope for this place though. Just because I happened to strike up a convo with a person who sees where’s waldo as a family activity doesn’t mean I should write off all of the pioneer valley.

I like the air, its transparent, I like the water it’s free and I like the people they’re blue. Sorry Miami you’ve got a ways to go kiddo. The girls even taste better. The only way I’m leaving this place is in a body bag or a limo. Cheers.
_Ari

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Jointventure [11 Oct 2007|03:42pm]
[ mood | busy ]

It’s really hard to not look at you the way I do. For the most part I think it’s getting easier, but then a few times in-between you look at me like you use to. As if we were the only people on this side of the planet. The cooler side of the pillow is where I woke up today, so that means it’s going to be a cloudy day. The more I find myself in your company the easier it is to circumnavigate around what I need to do, so thanks for being the co-pilot on this one. Over.

With friends like you, who needs society?

Spun me web

Indestructible Will [09 Oct 2007|02:53pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

You talk so fucking much, it’s a wonder you know what other people’s voices sound like. Don’t mean to alarm you but the truth is alarming. At first it was refreshing to meet someone who dictated the misleading information on wikipedia to me articulately, well…more like at me. However, now I just want you to swallow a tennis ball. Over all you’re a good person and that’s what counts, does it matter that half of the time I’m counting on you waking up deaf?

If I could split you up into four people I’d befriend two of them so they can talk to each other while I watched. The other two I’d keep in my closet because a double homicide looks rad on a resume. You don’t even know what you have and it’s disgusting. The things you take for granted I could build a kingdom out of, courts, pawns, rooks and especially the queen.

You filthy savant. If you had to mop a floor to save your life I wouldn’t miss you when you didn’t do it.

You’re lucky I have a Masters in diplomacy.

Just do your best impression of a Hellen Keller and maybe the day might slide by.

Christ.

3 Got Caught| Spun me web

Sunspots [08 Oct 2007|01:33pm]
You’re much like the sun in the way I see you, and by that I mean I shouldn’t look. The closer I get the more it burns. It can only explain why you’re the warmest person I know. Time has shaped you into a product of the golden scale. Forces of nature are on your side. I’m burning my eyes to catch a glimpse. You’re being eclipsed and it’s not fair. I remember when I took your glow for granted, those were cold days. Kissing you is like a temperate shock wave, I only wish I still knew how it felt like sometimes.



Like I said before, it’s not easy. Walking, running, sliding by just isn’t cutting it anymore. In keeping cuts in mind, all of mine keep opening up again. It’s hard to keep the blood from the floor. Running around chasing life living like a blur, that’s not you. I’ve seen a fire go out and it looks akin to your zeal. In my dream last night we danced, you were the sun and I was the summer cause and effect in motion, stagnant motion. Motion none the less. You were beautiful as usual. We were an analogy lesson gliding and swaying. I was in a trance brought on by you.

Dreams are an inherent view into the tapestry of our ever expanding web of life. Some get swept away in life and drown; others get caught up in dreams and fight to live.

Sink or swim, that’s your quandary, I’ll just keep spinning my web, my bou.
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Primary colors [06 Oct 2007|06:10am]
I’ve sat at your side; a contained explosion is my state of mind. You are a devastating force I can feel you threw a sheet of glass. If I ever met anyone more radiant I wouldn’t wake from such a dream. When you talk I measure distance between words to get a head start on catching my breath. Don’t accidentally graze me with your crimson skin that kind of resonating tenderness sets in motion a yearning inconsolable by reason, suffice to say.

I’m beginning to tear at the seams I want our passion again. I need to cool it. You need to stop disarming me with vertical smiles. Putting my self back together again is harder without your hands. I can smell you when I walk into rooms, you make me hungry again. To inhale you like I use to gets me high just envisioning it.

Now I know what it feels like to see in color, that’s what you give me. Just to have you glow is all I should need to persist, but I crave more. I’ll wait as long as I will. I know that now you are astray, so I will hold my tongue. I love you.

Waiting for your smell again.
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Goodbye Letter [16 Aug 2007|01:31am]
[ mood | indescribable ]

Dear lover,

Where do I start? I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t miss you. Looking back at it all the pictures they talk for themselves, not only the ones I took of you but the ones we took together. You were always there for me how could I hate you, I never will. I could only ask the same in return. Don’t hate me for leaving you, you knew this was coming. All the people that love you the most have to leave you, it comes with the joy of embracing you. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t know how to swim, that’s saying a lot. Wish I spoke Spanish so this would make more sense to you but we’ve always been on the same page so I’m not going to sweat it. My last days with you won’t do justice to all the times we shared. I still remember all the times I threw up on you after many a night of lush activities, you know what I’m talking about. All the people I meet with you own a percentage of my pie chart heart, the only time I’ll ever meet people like that ever again is in jail or on the sun. I’m who I am because you showed me what I shouldn’t be. I’ll be back but I won’t be the same, somehow I know it’ll be like I never left we just melt that way. Good luck, I’ll be googling your name just to see what pops up. Take care of yourself, take it easy on the drugs. oh and I almost forgot, thanks for all the sex.

Always yours, I love you Miami.


Ari.

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Multi in-verse [24 May 2007|03:57pm]
BEING BOUND TO THE MUNDANE IS JUST A WAY TO SHARPEN YOUR METHOD FOR HAP HAZARDOUS THOUGHT PROCESSES, RIGHT? GOD I HOPE SO, IF NOT I’M IN BAD TROUBLE. DEEP SEA DIVING FEELS LIKE A RINSE IN THE SINK AFTER BEING IN MY SKIN FOR TOO LONG. I’VE HAD LIMITED EXPOSURE TO THE SUN AND SHE TOLD ME TO PLAY IT COOL, WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST TIME I MET A HYPOCRITICAL BITCH FULL OF HOT AIR.MORE TO THE TUNE OF A SESSION OF SODOMY DELIVERED VIA CRUDE BAR OF GOLD, STEP BACK AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE...NOTHING BUT A MONEY HUNGRY ASS WHOLE AND NOTHING ELSE. BEING AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS WELL SURE IS MAKING ME THIRSTY, WORST THAN THE TIME I CURSED THE GODS FOR REALIGNING THE PLANETS BEFORE I WAS DONE SURFING. THE GRAVITATIONAL PULL OF THE DARK IS HARDER THAN YOU THINK IF YOU THINK YOU’RE BRIGHT, BECAUSE THEN YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT AND YOUR DOOMED TO LAMENT. IN THE DARK. GET IT?

IF SO, FILL ME IN BECAUSE IT SEEM S AS IT WERE THE COSMIC WALLPAPER LIKE LININGS OF MY INSIDES ARE COMING OUT AT THE SEAMS. SEAMSTRESS PLEASES. NOTE TO SELF: WHEN SOMEONE SNIFFS A SANDWICH AND SAYS “TASTE THIS” MAKE HASTE AND DE-PLACE YOU SELF, BUT QUICK. I’VE BEEN MOONED BY THE MOON IN ATTEMPTS TO DIVERT MY INTENTIONS INTO ACTIONS THAT RESULT IN ME NOT LOOKING LIKE AN ASS. A LATE NIGHT WARNING BRAKES DOWN TO BE A LATE WARNING NO MATTER HOW BRIGHT IT COULD HAVE BEEN A SECOND AGO, YOU KNOW?

WHAT’S A SHOOTING STAR, BUT APOLLO SHOWING OFF? ARROGANT GODS LINE THE HORIZON LIKE BOWLING PINS ON MOUNT OLYMPUS. CHOOSE YOUR TARGET, CLOSE BUT INVINCIBLE; OR TOO FAR TO BOTHER? IF TOMORROW STARTS TODAY THEN I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN BED. THEN AGAIN YOUR FUTURE TODAY WON’T BE THE SAME FUTURE TOMORROW, ANYWAY IF YOU’RE OPTIMISTIC THAT IS IN ANY CASE STAND STILL AND YOU WON’T GET HIT BY THE FISTS HANDS OF THE CLOCK. TIME TRAVEL IS A DEITY’S PASTIME. PASS TIME AFTER TIME ENOUGH AND YOU’LL DIE JUST TO STAND STILL.




BREAK AWAY, REACH UP, REACH OUT.
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Vice City [05 May 2007|03:16pm]
How many times will the mouse attempt to seize the cheese? Probably more times than you’d think; a sad song, read on…. Aside from curiosity, perpetual masochism makes you take it out on me. Without a doubt I see how the fallacy got the best of me. While, the rest of me reside indifferent and inconsolably deprived considering the strife free life designed by default but no one listens you see; a sad song, read on….

You see, it’s a simple formula. Every Lush knows that there’s no solace at the bottom of that fucking bottle. A kind of a realization stuffed with chunks of irony fresh from the oven. When that bottle hit’s 90 degrees this whole thought process starts, gets mulled over, continues then dies. Nice. With that being said, nirvana seems like a weapon of mass destruction. There’s no need to shed a single shred of pity in a situation such as this. In terms of progression let’s call it a slow-motion explosion, and I use the term progression loosely.
Where’s the refuge in chaos? I’m I the only one standing still on the killing field? Guess so. Take it from Switzerland, mediocrity owns. Symbiosis never got anyone anywhere, well alone anyway.

You maybe something to everyone, but you're nothing to everyone else.
 Kill the messenger why don't you.

In a city like this, people drop everything to watch the sun set, it just happens. So intern, when you’re as bright as you are don’t expect no one to be watching when you crash and burn.
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