gymnasts at 30th street

Remember that Chemical Brothers video with Sophia Coppola as the gymnast? The coach in the video was based on this guy.









my love for you is ninety-eight percent pure.
but the two percent that remains
has fried the circuits in my brain.

Former UN Ambassador John Bolton

and I will throw you across my shoulders.
and I will bleed and I will drool.
and the cameras will slow pan across my face.

Carmen Tyson-Thomas

and a rainbow in the west
wrapped its coils around the earth like a serpent.
I felt like I was going to suffocate.

lasalle

burn out

And the sun’s so hot I think I’ll catch fire and burn up
in the summer air so moist and sweet

yee haw

transfiguration's going to come
for me
at last
and i will burn hotter than the sun

red carpet

i was happy to see you
i had lots of questions
and i put my hand on the wound in your head

leaves frozen under ice

i'm gonna find me a reckless woman
razor blades and dice in her eyes
just a touch of sadness in her fingers
thunder and lightening in her thighs

Bill Bradley

Former presidential candidate and New Jersey Senator. Olympic gold medalist. New York Knick.







(Thanks for the correction Andrew.)

three day weekend

Post #300, in case you've been keeping track.






these days are so much colder
up against the fire, dont feel any heat
cracked up years behind me
cracked up years ahead are all I see

kate b-side

i am this great, unstable, mass of blood and foam
and no emotion that's worth having would call my heart its home

MLK Day concert

the arteries are clogging in the mainframe
there's too much information in the pipes

olympic ping pong tryouts

and it's dark and there is nobody driving
and something has got to give

bro post!

broad street.new year's day




every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more
laugh lines on our faces
scale maps of the ocean floor

bob zanneo

i had a name
had a place
but like the clothes I wear
the holes grow everywhere
'til it's like having nothing at all

business

listening for patterns in the sound
of an endless static sea

kids

and into the caverns of tomorrow
with just our flashlights and our love
we must plunge
we must plunge
we must plunge

foul shot

my skin was shrinking when she told me don't worry honey
you can't look at the sky without looking right through it.

pole jam!

this damn blog is all over the place these days.




(where the sky meets the city meet me.)
man's amazing paved maze dictates paths we take.

kate

and you are colder than oldness could ever be

jamison

dead languages on our tongues
holding on to our last hope

andy slasher

every man woman and child that I ever known
is now just a distant voice on the other end of a telephone

nutter

I can't be alone in thinking he looks like the guy from Digital Underground.





My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge,
both how I'm livin' and my nose is large

a hard days night

sometimes when i'm not taking a photo, i'm making a photo.
i snatched this from lauren's blog





i drempt that i was perched atop a throne of human skulls
on a cliff above the ocean
howling wind and shrieking seagulls
and the dream went on forever

mummers part 3

she is pressing foot to pedal
she is zooming straight-away
she is swimming in the jukebox of the screaming driving day