Tuesday, April 1, 2014

i'm calling




i'm on a ride, i just made an iced coffee (i'm addicted to you) as a preparatory action towards todays penultimate goal of cleaning the mess i made the last 3 nights of cooking a mondo Borewors whilst listening to the same song over and over- there's grease everywhere and there's no escape, i didn't know that it was toxic, but i'm not entirely sure i want to clean the floor as i'm very much enjoying my newfound freedom from the endless perils of having to walk from room to room as now i can gently glide (sock-assisted slip) from one side of my house to the other, thus heightening my productivity therefore facilitating bliss via maximising my potential for glorious indulgence into procrastireasoning, and reckless vocabulary expansion- even when it's getting late...   my desire for vocab has abated somewhat, or perhaps it's becoming less what it was and more of a misc composition of foreign slang, idioms and the subtle implementation of lyrics....














all this banter is making my head spin round yet it's what i desire-  i feel my blogetiquette has gotten a little serious but i figure that is a result of not being a position to post regularly, so when i do i flirt with ideas of vastness/bulk, not with misc...  to be honest i feel like this blog is everything it isn't and never what it is, which is strange as i know exactly what it is (unstructured medium for insightful recollection.)










matt k in japan i guess













ben and gabe getting too high, can't come down.









with this taste on my lips, the taste of the spontaneously misc, i can't figure out what i am doing right now, other than not cleaning and writing off the day.  there are pressing matters at hand, mostly that it's been raining for the last 8 days and today is dry but i can not go skating right now as i've much to do but i fear it because i will spend the entire time praying for the rain's goals of tearing me to continue abating..  in regards to cleaning- i think i'm ready now.






















WeGM ft. jam skelly











i just feel like i'm writing automatically, a favourite past-time of mine, i don't know what it is, when i let my fingers go there's no escape except this time there is an almighty power tempting the direction of my fingers, maybe this blog needs a warning- can you feel me now?










somewhere in the north of peru if i recall correctly, so toxic.










Austrian countryside sent me on a ride








ned some rad fellow 


















the big boys going fast.














if you've not picked up on it, well really i except a select portion of my readership to figure that this rant is anyway out of the ordinary, that same tiny portion of people i wish to hi-5 because of their epic music taste......