subway + grafitti writing = rolling pages in windtunnels

i remember something and am fascinated at my previous dismissal.
so, when todd and i went to the WILD STYLE 25 year anniversary concert, RAMMELLZEE performed a sound that was so out of this world that it was almost "wrong". but it was a case of the wrong crowd and/or wrong occassion [although he is one of the original artists during the time of the documentary].
but this guy is a trip...to the maximum potential of a trip. he is a musician/artist/philosopher of sorts. to the intensity that when i listen/read his thoughts my teeth grind, palms sweat, and eyes shift into moments of paranoia, restlessness and instability...[and few laughing moments of hysterical disbelief]

interview
interview + sound
alpha bet's video
solo sound: Bi-Conicals Of The Rammelzee
1985 sound: Rammelzee vs K-Bob
interview @149st
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there is a beauty in the evolution a single person can manifest in his/her own reality [theology?], more importantly, to then have it transcend to others' realities.

plaza garibaldi, D.F.

for the sake of color and feel-good images

iterate me!

its all small talk...not important, or insightful, or even entertaining.
repeating myself
"this sounds just like that other entry you wrote a few back...bored"
why strive to come up with some new thing or feeling to write about?
iterations! iterations! iterations! of the same feelings...of the same 10%.
go ahead, say it.... "cry me a river susana, shut the fuck up!"

blank[ness]

a slip of the toungue...
physically or figuratively?
both i guess, equally great, equally mine, equally damaging

the figure to the ground...
aware or unawareness?
both i think, equally tempting, equally ours, equally torturous

pass it down...return

i like you
do you like me?
cirle one: [YES] [NO]

i like you
do you like me?
circle one please: [YES] [MAYBE] [NO]

i like you
do you like me?
circle one please, if youd like?: [YES] [MAYBE] [NO] [MORE TIME]

maybe the middle-man is the problem?
the device that transcends space, folding it, with information loss at its crease.
everyone swore by its reliability, but cleary, they were all wrong.

nonsence

fuckity fuck fuck fuck!
are we fucking at work?
if you mean we, as in I, yes we are
and its only noon
what might happen by 2 is beyond me
ahhhh, so we're gonna stick around till 2?
i think we must
then we shall
thats the least we could do
yes, thats the least we could do

"so last season" said the pigeon

the word juxtaposition...i hate it
well hate is too strong...but its a word that resurfaced [more than] a couple of years back. thanks to the words moonlighting period [encouraged by Rem Koolhaus] in architecture, it became the thing to do and say.

moonlighting: at EVERY lecture, jury, review, and critique this word would come out of the mouth of every all-black-claddded architect's mouth, with such certainty and persistent hands gestures that a student architect would automatically think of this phenomenon as a new way of thinking. As well, making it their goal to extract all information from its occurence and manipulate it to their vague interpretation of what they thought should be "juxtaposed".

the new-old words...bifurcation and dynamic are recently the most obvious, having lost or are presently losing the essence of their concepts.

both have weaseled their way into my thesis

voy al pan

id like to say something to you
but the birds keep chirping

id like to tap you on the shoulder
but the bees keep buzzing

id like to breathe something to you
but the clouds keep moving

id like to ask you a question
but the jasmine just thickens

saturday@ChoiceMarket.com

medium latte...one extra shot...make it two
her eyes say "that's 3, you know?"
i say "give it to me" smirk and the look of desperation for my midterm fix.
her blue tights with a rip in them, brown long boots, hot pink short cotton skirt, striped yellow-white shirt and her black hoody...hot...lets not forget the HOT french 40something owner that stands behind her frothing my milk...perfect latte.

fall is here for sure... and i have my sneakers on and only one layer on....what was i thinking this morning!?!??!?!

-watermelon cupcakes?

fuck you [with indearment]

sex: what can you say about it that wont make you want to have it...
lets try: its dirty, not soft and clean....makes me want it more
try again: its not love...but it is, want it more now.
try again: its complicated...no its not, wow the intensity
once again: its all physical...yes it is! my heart is a tangible object.
last try: youre not special, plenty of people to have sex with...but i am special, havent you heard?

even the image

have been very dissapointed in my entries.
and my emails arent getting sent.
and my thoughts seem to be vague and without point.

and i think people are noticing...yeah, what people?

strummimg

id like to play just a bit longer...with you, and you, and you over there....yeah you...
just long enough so...so...so i can hold it in no longer and the screams get louder, come pouring out, flooding, seiving...the orgasm reached at the brink of pure delight.
c'mon, lets just play a bit longer...

well

yes, it is, one of those posts, the rare occassion that i write cause im in a good mood...might be delirium, but it doesnt really matter...i dont care...i like these times, when i know my body needs sleep but i sit with fellow calssmates and do one for old time sakes...just for fun...to test our dedication...to make sure we dont think we're too good for it...to keep us together, grounded, and ungrounded....

emergency room charrette

no need for meditation...48 hrs with no sleep and the need to concentrate establishes no thought...not one...for a split second anyway...maybe two seconds...who knows...
until a dream sneaks in as your eyes stay open...and your fingers keep moving...then you realize "wait, this isn't right" and awake again.
then your friend starts gabbing across your desk as she plays with her pen against here scalp..scratching herself...as she drifts in and out of thoughts..rambling..
then you both have an epiphany!
at exactly the same moment!
like a burst of light!
its not the red ink running down her forehead, its Xacto-blood.

mirame

she's so beautiful...so free...so me
fumbling at those heels she never wears

"mirame, dime, que haces chica!?!?"

i dont understand...i dont speak spanish.

"mirame, claro. claro que si!"

no! no i don't! now fuck off!

god, these fuckin heels

last word...i got it

the word is thankyou...
no, no, hold on! sorry...
Retract!
the word is...cool
the word is...cool
the word is...cool

dissipate does not mean to dissapear

Dissipative system...non-equillibrium structure with:
1. permeable membranes- exchange of energy, matter, and entropy.
2. "open system"- many inputs therefore many solutions.
what makes the dissipative system beautiful is that in all the "chaos" there is actaully order that leads to a syncronized change. this bifurcation, this phase change, emerges at such a moment when enough pressure is added and otherwise would never happen without it...