okay for reason's unbeknownst to me my blog randomly began posting in hindi.
Im taking this as a sign.

hmm ok lets see, whats new in the world of me. travel travel travel. im goin on vacay.

and about life.
I dont want to say anything.
i dont want to jinx it.

as for me.

on it.
in it.
swimming/sinking.
off the radar.
on the gravy train.
sharp as a tack.

artist of the week: ana medieta

do it..... http://www.angelfire.com/ia/tridar/ana.html

something from the recent past:

Of all the things that I have ever wanted to posess, artist’s hands is one of them. I fucking love my hands. Torn, splinted, painted, acetated, oxidized, cut, inked, caked. Bony and brittle, Ginger and coy. Floating about like a a finger taunting to shoot a missile and yet wafting like something sweet in the air. I could use them as instruments, in the studio, in the bedroom. I have come to be entirely fascinated and auditory with my body. Sex I believe, is so unbelievably stifled. And it is so unbelievably natural, and so, so good.
What is it about the summer that makes you think you can do things you normally would not have the courage to do. I think I know. Maybe .It must be the heat, the heat that melts you from the inside out, the heat that tests your bones, making them sizzle like lime deposits under pressure of isopropyl alchohal. It presses you, presses you to make decisions independent of reason, free of restraints. People exist to me in the summer, suspended in their own realities. I cant begin to describle the way the summer makes me feel. The summer is just so fucking exquisite. I have nothing more than this.