084. Tacos make for a super last supper.

Yesterday my coworker asked me if I was on a deserted island for the rest of my life and could eat only one thing...what would I choose.

Theres no question.....tacos.

She laughed extreeemely hard. Was that a silly answer? Maybe. I..love tacos.

In fact, I love them so much that my father is making them tonight.

Hmm...that deserted island sounds pretty good to me right about now.



The weekend was dope. Work was long but money in the bank. The family bbq was a success. Everyone came through and we ate until we popped (so normal). Today was productive. I applied to colleges, freaked out a little over deadlines, had talks with the parents and they had me calm down, had kait help me study for math, and all in all got part of my future together. I dont enjoy thinking about my future. The present is here and now. But I suppose there is a time and a place for everything.


Step up to get your rep up. Remember that.

And because I was feeling insightful...a taste of my mind...


This is Living

There are bits and pieces of static attached to my life, and sometimes straws break my back, getting heavy enough to pry jewels from my swollen eyes. I refuse to become tired. Because breaking down is not an exercise that I can condition myself to get used to, but it's not like I'm trying to, anyways. You know what I want? - Rejuvenation. Rejuvenation from the cling ons that hold me back from what is golden. Because those elements are so out of sync with nature, and completely topical in their ways of protecting themselves from all reality. This is far from telling me that my life has little movement; a bed filled with water. I can still feel every needle pricking, every sword thrusting, and every poorly thought out word penetrating my mind's body, leaving peace to lay broken till sleep finds me. And broken still dawns until I can find me. Because once I find me, I will leave here. I will leave the stagnant place of hunger and perching because these needles are small and, like most medicine, I will become immune rather quickly. So take a picture of me weeping now so we can test which lasts longer [this feeling, or this photo]. Whichever you choose to stare, either way, you'll find me frozen stiff. Count the days. I am growing with light and with vigor. This is emptying myself. This is life.