dead

fffffffffffaggoty bird

awesome

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jurassic park

hey dad. you won't read this. say hey. hey. i am seeing you from another angle. you are interesting. you always were. but even more so now. i enjoy talking about nothing, staring down at our skiis as we ride the lift upwards...maybe its a father and son thing. through this whole thing you have been awesome. its the little things: the boxers with the squirrels on them you got me, telling me not to drink maker's mark b/c "somebody else does" and "i don't wanna wind up like somebody else," razzing jets fans at the bar and telling me about a "past" that you don't expect your parents to have...

this waterfall is my gift to you. the rocks leading up to the top are slippery and the trees are lush and hanging almost paleolithic...along the way you can hear the rustle of bears and the sound of woodpeckers drilling in the mist. the view from the top isn't much, but the feeling is amazing...

i am eating my lunch with tears in my eyes...all my love, dad, you're still my hero, even now...even more now.

hugbox

...one of the perils of the internet is peoples tendency to announce that they are either "autistic" or suffering from "aspergers" usually in what amounts to an excuse for the social shortcomings. my life has been, is and i am guessing will always be a motherfucking garden of failed social interaction, repetetive behaviors, abject obsessiveness, self doubt and insecurity...yet i have always opted on blaming myself for this instead of some shadowy internet bastardization of real mental challenge...

the picture above is of a "hug box." its a contraption for autistic children. evidently the feeling of pressure that this creates causes a soothing effect in these kids (reminding them of the comfort the womb)...why am i blogging about this? i guess because since i was a child i have been creating similar devices to soothe myself (while not as elaborate): cocoons of sheets, I have jammed myself in tight corners, hid behind furniture, under tables, etc...it relaxes me. makes me feel safe from the outside world, from other children/adults...its a place that is terminally warm...

i can't say what i feel. so i won't. i can't enunciate the respect that I have for the familes of these children nor the awe that their children leave me in. so i won't. all i can say is that for the flicker of a hundreth of a second i can relate to a small flake of their life...

gay for someone

sometimes i talk to people and it makes sense

this is why,

( i pretty much quit listening to white musicians, opting instead for their african american counterparts of a better half of a previous century)

like fucking seriously...

Bon Iver (pronounced: bohn eevair; French for "good winter" and spelled wrong on purpose) is a greeting, a celebration and a sentiment. It is a new statement of an artist moving on and establishing the groundwork for a lasting career. For Emma, Forever Ago is the debut of this lineage of songs. As a whole, the record is entirely cohesive throughout and remains centered around a particular aesthetic, prompted by the time and place for which it was recorded. Vernon seems to have tested his boundaries to the utmost, and in doing so has managed to break free form any pre-cursing or finished forms.

...like a wet mitten

...Scout Slogan: Do a Good Turn Daily