Pictors Second Metamorphosis

“The line of the ocean cut the sky. The ocean mounted as the city descended. She passed the...

Mon, 19 May 2008 15:37:15 -0400

“The line of the ocean cut the sky. The ocean mounted as the city descended. She passed the pincales of the bank buildings. She passed the crowns of courthouses. She rose above the spires of churches.

Then there was only the ocean and the sky and the fugure of Howard Roark.”

Ayn Rand “The Fountainhead”

Title

Fri, 16 May 2008 03:15:42 -0400

there are revolving doors
and secret doors.

The air was crisp at 6:00 am. The sun was slowly turning the blue air orange, while it streaked...

Fri, 09 May 2008 01:09:10 -0400

The air was crisp at 6:00 am. The sun was slowly turning the blue air orange, while it streaked violently across the sky, stretching its fingertips thin. 6:00 am tastes like waking up early for a family vacation; dreary eye’s rubbed my hands at the end of sore limbs. Almost unconsiss walking up the still wet stone steps. The steal of the door breaks with the force of my hands.

i didn’t sleep last night, i drank 5 cups of coffee at Luna’s. I met someone named Joe...

Fri, 09 May 2008 01:09:05 -0400

i didn’t sleep last night, i drank 5 cups of coffee at Luna’s. I met someone named Joe there that was also studying for exams. Turns out were in school for the same thing, studying for the same thing. He had a friend that was at least 6’5” and had a plastic bag with cigars in them, from veneswalea and florida.

Photo

Fri, 09 May 2008 01:00:41 -0400

Why I Digg

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:37:23 -0400

- insert list of possible complications here -- insert slightly longer list of why i dont care -

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:27:00 -0400

- insert list of possible complications here -

- insert slightly longer list of why i dont care -

this was a turnaround evening.

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 02:40:24 -0400

this was a turnaround evening.

update

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 00:23:00 -0400

a little update on my note.

i guess i am intriuging XD.

history

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 18:17:00 -0400

i wrote a note to someone i don’t know today and slipped it into their history book when they weren’t looking.

I read the poem I just posted again while I was listining to a lecture on public relations. I really...

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 11:47:29 -0400

I read the poem I just posted again while I was listining to a lecture on public relations. I really don’t think I can work in a media related field. The more I think about it the more I think that I will hate myself if I do it.

Up in the sky the lovers lay in bed...

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 11:46:08 -0400

Up in the sky the lovers lay in bed…

Up in the sky the lovers lay in bed
Naked, face to face and hip to thigh,
Her leg between his, his arm beneath her head,
Their hands roaming freely, up in the sky.
In the dark, Manhattan lay at their feet,
A blanket of glittering stars thrown down.
Beyond her bare shoulder, 59th Street,
And from her lovely foot the buses headed uptown.
They came to the city for romance, as people do,
And with each other they scaled the heights
And now, at rest, almost one and not quite two,
They lie almost forever in the sea of lights.
Where will they go? What happens next? I don’t know.
I am that man waiting at the bus stop far below.

-Gary Johnson

atomic weapons

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:18:55 -0400

Life keeps telling me about atomic weapons. From my history class, to Watchmen, the Internet and my dreams.

its a tad creepy :)

Archive.com(my new best friend)

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:13:00 -0400

Archive.com

(my new best friend)

11:28 present day.small slender hand lays on closed menu,awkward attempt at...

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 19:57:00 -0400

11:28 present day.
small slender hand lays on closed menu,
awkward attempt at conversation,
tension.

march 4th, a year, one day and 38 minutes ago.
warm bodies on cheap white hotel linens in queens,
hands climb under skinny t-shirts
brushing silver underwire.

today 2 hours and 20 minutes ago.
enter bar filled with 20 something bike enthusiasts.
short wave of the hand,
quick shot smile
glance to the side.

march 5th, one year and 24 minutes ago.
city lights bloom in eager eyes,
to clashing steel.
moist palms stick together.

Resume

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:32:56 -0400

I forgot until this morning that most college students don’t work , until they started going over how to construct a resume. Luckily though I just lol’d and went back to digg.

morning routine

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 12:09:00 -0400

9:00 am - 10:00 am

-get out of bed
-brush teeth, put my eyes in
-stretch for 15 minutes
-meditate for 10 minutes
-get breakfast

(i am going to try to do this every day it was wonderful)

Planet B-Boy S Korea

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 10:21:04 -0400

Planet B-Boy S Korea

“Shadow of the Colossus”I am buying this game this...

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 14:36:00 -0400

“Shadow of the Colossus”

I am buying this game this weekend for my PS2, its supposed to be beautiful.

Transcendence

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:09:00 -0400

    Wandering through the brush of the dimly lit forest floor my feet confidently moved me forward. The air was thick with the warm smell of sap and the thin scent of moist soil that had been recently touched by a summer rain.
   My feet brought me to a small clearing with a large willow reclining in the mid-day sun. Its white hair fell along its old knotted shoulders and long crooked fingers, which appeared to have the exaggerated genius that one finds in the hands of a pianist. It was here that I hesitated for moment, but my chest urged me on and pulled my body towards the willows trunk.
   Right hand raised, I placed my palm against the warm skin of the tree. It breathed, and I felt its sides expand and contract as human lungs do. Stumbling backwards I tripped over its roots, which had been hidden until my retreat.
   The earth began to move almost immediately after I fell. I felt my feet being quickly consumed by the dark earth. I attempted to resist, but my strength failed and soil quickly filled my shoes. In less than a minute my face saw a final glimpse of sunlight, before moving completely underground.
   It was cool moist silence. I could feel the expansive space around me, while roots and brambles bound my hands and feet. I fought for a moment, soon realizing the inferiority of my size and strength, I submitted to the will of the tendrils that bound me.
   I cannot say how long I waited, in that dark cool place. I knew I must be breathing, but I could neither hear nor feel my breaths forming in my chest. I resolved to again struggle against my bonds, but before I moved I felt another presence enter which silenced my intentions.
   A pale white glow appeared in the room, from its center. The glow was too pale to reveal the approaching figure, which appeared to be human in the dim light. As it moved in my direction, its form began to materialize.
   With naked pale green skin and an effeminate form, the figure moved slowly towards me. Long white hair rolled down its chest, past its feminine hips and inches from its knobby knees. It’s eyes store directly into my own, with an innocent curiosity that seemed to allowed it full access to my every thought. The long slender fingers of its hand moved to the side of my face, and grazed it only slightly, leaving a trail of moist dew following each finger.
   She, as I will refer to the figure, moved her face against the side of mine. I could taste her thick scent, more fragrant and intoxicating than that of the saps I has encountered earlier on the forest floor. Her pale lips parted and uttered three words “You are home”.
   After speaking I felt her fingers jutting into the soft skin of my chest, which seemed pliable as the black soil surrounding us. Warmth entered my blood, warmth that I had never imagined possible. It erupted in each capillary, quickly spreading throughout my body. My skin was like a dying stars surface, just before it ruptures and expands into dazzling fire. I tried to speak, wanted to protest, but my body only shuddered at the heat, as I lost conciseness.