hi there my lovely love truffles!

current rexxy haps:
listening: book of knots. daughters. supercollider/the butcher?! thank you, radiohead.
sipping: hazelnut/vanilla/cinnamon coffee
looking at: the raindrops that have lingered on my cracked bedroom window.
feeling: full. peaceful. happy. loved. free.

yesterday at approximately 11:00 a.m., i was fired after a jolly year and a half of work at the longest job that i have ever held.

glory glory glory.

if you are a miserable cunt whose mouth can dispense nothing other than saliva and relentless complaint, i will let you know how i feel about you, calmly and straight-forwardly, with a big ole friendly, award-winning customer service smile on my face, while already dialing the manager upstairs to make amends for what has now become a 'terrible experience' for you (although i can tell that most things are terrible for you). you think you are ruining my day because i will surely no longer be employed at this establishment once your complaint has been filed. you certainly have not ruined my day, i came to expect the result after a wide variety of incidents similiar to this, and i have no regrets. this is a fucking bakery we are talking about here. cookies are not that serious. calm down, please, everyone. dont bite the hand that feeds!

in addition to a daily, unlimited supply of coffee
(RIP, beloved coffee cup)

i will miss the endless supply of baked goods and the friends that i have worked with every day for the past year and a half. as well as the numerous customers that i have gotten to know and adore during this time. my age, middle age, and old as dirt, i developed relationships with so many of my customers that resulted in them stopping by to see me every day, whether they were buying something or not, and i must admit it made me feel special and like i was making a difference in someones life, no matter how tiny. i wish i could have gotten to say goodbye, especially to my elderly visitors, but i will still be working nearby and im sure i will see them in the streets, making their daily downtown rounds.

honestly, it needed to happen.
thank you, monday morning cunt.
it was comfortable there, but that is not always a good thing.
time to squirm and delight in uncertainty.
and i will.

luckily i already acquired a new job (nothing special just another restaurant gig), originally intended as a second job working nights and weekends so i could actually start saving some money for once. however at my final interview yesterday they offered me a raise and more hours to leave the bakery and work full-time day shift for them. little did they know that mere hours before this interview, i had been let go anyways. but i still told them i would give the bakery notice and start next week) so that now i have a week and a half to do nothing at all and so far it is absolutely splendid. spent all day sleeping and fucking and eating cereal and drinking coffee and listening to music and now i think i will do some yoga and read and perhaps clean out my closet. its time for a stuff-reduction. one can never have too little stuff

i am not letting my lapse in pay affect my travel plans for new york city and philly next week. no way jose. i cannot wait. kati rolls! beers! whiskey! second stage turbine blade! cheesesteak! museum of medical oddities! zepp101 !

i feel wonderful.
days free of work are well spent and so rich for the soul.

oh to always live this way, someday.
free. in the woods or atop a mountain somewhere.
frolicking nakedly about as i please and living off the fat of the land.

people tend to say 'thats crazy'

but i think that people are generally crazy for viewing such a simple and do-able lifestyle as crazy or unattainable.

nothing is ever out of your reach.
we are all going to rot into the earth in the end.
so what the fucking hell,
VIVA!

(i know i say things like this all the time but i cant help it because i mean it so much i think i almost worship it.)

THAT question:
'what do you want to do with your life?'

to live simply and simply live!

WHAT?! but what do you want to DO?!

nothing?

accept and embrace the fact that the majority of society will never understand and will think you batty.

but if you need the support of human beings, there are others. i find them now and then. here in the world of sg. in strange bars with strange company at strange times in my life. on a west-bound greyhound bus leaving chicago, with the offer of a batman sleeping bag. sitting on a beach in virginia before the scorching sun begins to rise in august. eating bags of pot brownies on a thirty hour ride from seattle to utah. friendly strangers. they have and will continue to change my life. they come and they go but they linger forever in my soul.


and speaking of 'batty'..
guess what is being filmed in pittsburgh this summer??
i will give you a hint:




blah blah blah.
i hath rambled.
but what else do i do?

the weathers been an amazing mixture of ominous and sweet.
heres to quiet, sunny mornings and dark stormy nights.

heres to hair free of hats and bodies free of coats and hiding behind huge sunglasses that make us look like flies.



and the sound of boots clicking on an empty sidewalk,
streets for some reason abandoned on a
perfectly cool and grey sunday afternoon.
just the birds and the breeze and you,
a speck on the earth, clicking and smiling down the open road.

little things.


<3 Rex

listening to: neurosis - enemy of the sun mixed with evening birdie chirps and stinkbug buzzes
smelling: stormy air
seeing:
thinking about: leftover pizza slices
been reading: the idiot - dostoevksy

oh, hi.

birds are chattering eagerly
in the late afternoon,
early evening
exulting in the second warm day this spring
i smell a storm
and something from the kitchen
brewing
and note one itty bitty red bird
perched atop an electric wire
exploding against the overcast sky
brilliant
in the audacity of his feathers
and puffed chest
the tiniest dominator
unwavering before the unfathomable expanse
of the sky
open window, now
curtains have been released
filtering the already delicate light of evening
i am lying on my bed
watching layers of sheer fabric
blowing ever so slightly
in the breeze
feeling the air
hearing the birds and one distant rumble
seeing not the scene out my window
but the curtains that ripple like waves,
billow like a dress around delicate ankles
effortless submission of fabric to the wind
one of the most calming sights of all time

(and i envision my gallant, blood-red bird, somehow controlling it all behind curtained windows)



its a pleasant evening.
how are you spending it?

life's been lovely.

a small theater downtown was playing the original psycho for a few days last week, much to my pleasant surprise. so after work thursday i curled up in a seat in an empty theater and enjoyed the classic horror or mr. hitchcock. norman bates is one of my favorite characters of all time.

friday was filled with cheap whiskey, friends i've missed, and staying up till sunrise.

saturday was full of hanging with muh man. glorious sleep and nakedness and scrabble and daria and only leaving bed to make a mountain of eggs and biscuits and potatoes upon waking around 4 p.m.

sunday i had an interview for a second job, yet another shoe-in restaurant gig.
forcing myself into this to save some cash for travels, perhaps a computer, perhaps a car, and a possible move at the end of the summer. (more on that some other day)

afterwards i wandered all day in the brilliant sunshine and drank tea instead of coffee because i've been sick sick sick all week long and ate delicious, bacon-covered pizza at the rivah.

today it was back to work. a nice, slow day to start off the week. i mostly hung out, made pastries, and ate cake. rough day at the office

speaking of cake
check out my scrumptious rexxy-licious late birthday cake!
drum roll please.



chocolate cake.
chocolate buttercream inside
peanut butter buttercream outside
chocolate and peanut butter buttercream balloons on top.
huge curls of milk chocolate and white chocolate on the sides.



i feel the end is nearing in these next few months,
but working at a bakery sure has had it's perks.

been real broke for awhile.
get paid wednesday.
GONNA BUY SOME FUCKING BACON.
AND SOME FUCKING SRIRACHA.
AND SOME FUCKING WEED.
AND SOME FUCKING HOPPY BEER.

and some bus tickets to new york and philly to eat kati rolls and drink skeys and eat cheeseteaks and see a show and kick it with my friggin awesome pal zepp101 . and i must check out the mutter museum while i'm at it. thats a couple of weeks from now. my next travel adventure.

in the mean time i'll be kickin it around the pitts, enjoying the nice weather that has finally arrived.
looking forward to some hopefully raging storms in the next few days.

rage, storms. RAGE!

well, my love pears, i am hungry and there are pizza slices in the fridge calling my name.
(reeeeeeeeexxyyy..REEeeeexxxXXXyyy..)

holy crap. did you hear that?!

till we meet again

tell me something interesting.
a random fact.
a good new beer to check out.
show me cute pictures of your cats and dogs.
tell me about bacon!
tell me anything!

<3 Rexx


(i look like a grumpus butt here but its all i got )

ta'ta babies!

reminiscing...

i remember how i would breathe a sigh of relief each night as the door shut behind the last first-shift worker and i was left alone til midnight or beyond, sometimes till the sun rose.

put on the fresh dogs and my coffee pots, nice and strong.

a little rush hour rush would come and go. the sassy old lotto lady adorned with red lipstick and jewels. the pretty brown-haired girl ordering her capri menthol ultra lights, which i forgave her for, thanks to her amazing breasts. dean with his marb golds and pack of zigzags for the finest amsterdam grass and little presents of such slipped across my counter. the lonliest of all the lonely scratch-off men (one ticket, no luck. two tickets, no luck. three tickets, four, out to the truck. no luck. back for a fifth. night after night after night). french vanilla cappuccino fucker always burning his tongue and yelling and the munchie hoarding hippie couple i adored and the scruffy middle-aged man i’ll never forget who drove all night, every night, round and round smoking maverick full flavor one-hundreds, which I would sell him, two packs a day. two stops a day. a third for a coffee. round and round with no destination. just him and his smokes and his music and his thoughts, whatever they may have been but that’s all i ever found out and i respected it greatly, somehow.

the crowd would die down and i would turn the old radio up in the back. lame, as the radio comes, but its all i had. best i could scrounge was your typical classic rock hits, occasionally a marathon of zeppelin or pink floyd or something pleasing with a high. i would make my rounds, coffee and dogs, light a smoke in the office with my feet up, pack a little bowl with one eye on the cameras and i would take a few hits till a body with perhaps a soul inside would enter the shop. and they would come and go and talk or not and my cigarette would smoulder in the ashtray.

many quick strangers passed through each day, questionable and questioning. wondering why a small young girl was manning this place all alone in the dark of night, or at all. and i just smiled and shrugged and loved the inexplicability of it to most. regulars would stay and chat for a moment, or awhile. the little old man with his tasty cakes and bottle of coca cola. ten p.m. without fail. and every night i would wonder about the thoughts in his head as he would stand and slowly drain the coke and stare out my window in silence. maybe thinking of the soda fountain way back when, or someone no longer waiting back home, or someone that was, or about fireflies in june or about nothing at all. he would stay for so long, just standing and sipping and nibbling and staring out and i never knew what to say to him. i always wished i had. or perhaps nothing was enough.

and then he would leave and i would clean up a bit and brew another pot, grab a fresh pack of camels from behind the counter and walk outside.

no headlights for miles, check. and i would light up and inhale slowly, lean my head back against the window and exhale, eyes closed. sitting on the little brick ledge and i would watch the lights go out in the boston market across the street and the last car pull away. alone at last and it was summer so the air always felt warm and comforting against my skin. headlights would appear and fade and i would smile and look at the stars and think how crazy life is and how unexpectedly pleasant are the nights here at a gas station all alone in a quiet part of town, only nineteen. invincible. looking around at a great big world and never feeling small. realizing for the first time how badly i longed to just run forever. not from anything but for anything and everything my heart desires. to see as much of the earth as possible. to remain a friendly stranger to most. i remember thinking about how i would be leaving town soon, once the seasons changed. from the about to be frigid pittsburghian lands to the empty and cool east coast sands (and little did i know i would be back again and again and again till this ripe old age of twenty-four)


i can picture exactly all those empty pumps before my eyes and sometimes thinking it grand that i controlled them all. just crazy little me and hundreds of thousands of dollars of gasoline.

there is something about the way the air feels tonight, (muggy, slightly chilled but with a lingering warmth from the day) coming in through my window that made me remember that time. empty tanks and stomachs, empty smoke packs and coffee mugs, and me saving the world from it all. happy and care-free and high as a kite.


its nice to think about that unforgettable summer, sometimes.



but in recent rexxy news!!!
went to harrisonburg, virginia this past weekend for a music festival called macrock
drank a shitload of whiskey and saw some incredible bands:
we were skeletons
capsule
u.s. christmas
gifts from enola
and fucking PIANOS BECOME THE TEETH. holy fuck, is that band amazing
honestly the best show i've seen this year. perhaps even in several years.

just finished reading underworld by don delillo (epic)
and started the idiot by my man dostoevsky

warm weather is finally arriving.
i'm broke as a joke but no matter.
got muh man back from tour for awhile. ( )
got chinese food
got a naked body to do some twisty yoga with once we part in a moment
got unread books and some sick new jams to check out
got porn.
got nag champa,
got orange juice.
got hot sauce.
got..bacon? no. i have no bacon.
but i will endure.

life. is. good.
sweet.
fabulous.
fucking GREAT.
FUCKING groovy.

i said my last blog was to be continued and i would tell you about texas but…i am lazy and went off on a tangent along other lines and so perhaps some day it wiiiiill be continued. perhaps it won't! either way, it ruled.

anyway, got a computer again for the next couple of months.
so lets all get to be friends again.
i miss thee, like the desert misses the rain
(oh god, nineties)

ciao/meow.

<3 Rexxy

'the mind boggles, baby.'

thank you, tom. and hello, my love gators

i have been back since tuesday from my FUCKING INDESCRIBABLY INCREDIBLE journey from pittsburgh to new orleans to austin, texas and back. i loved every moment. almost 80 hours on the road. met quite a few memorable strangers. saw some gorgeous breaks of dawn. heard some righteously jazzy and some delightfully ear-shattering music. felt some smashing sex. smelled some drool-worthy smells of the southern and creole variety. and tasted the drool-worthiest of drool-worthies, speaking of drool-worthy.

well, that covers all the senses and as usual, i find it hard to write about my travels because there is so much to say and think about and gaze back upon and it never goes down on the page just quite as it was experienced...

at least not when you are using the internet at the coffee shop and only have an hour to get down to business. otherwise, i would write yinz a novel baby.

i hope you have been the peachiest peach since we last spoke!

monday. march 14th. afternoon
gentle, hushed rain. windshield wipers swishing diligently back and forth. a tuft of gray hair, nearing white, blowing sweetly away from an almost barren scalp two seats ahead. to me, a delicate realization of our existence. how wondrous and strange, the coming and the going (and the fact that there will be a going, both individually and ultimately, as a species) and all that lies in between. those last wisps of life, clinging. the hair, one of many parts of him to be done, to grow no more. or lets say, to finish. yes, i like that, and contemplated the change in meaning for quite a few moments, just now. for whatever reason, the scene atop that wrinkled noggin seems precious to me, like a buttercup in the breeze (and do you remember buttercups? bringing us tiny moments of joy in our youth, spreading the butter color to our own hands and giggling in the grass at recess). only it is a hair tuft in the path of the air-conditioning vent on a greyhound bus rolling south.

..................

arrived an hour before sunrise as i like to do to have a few hours with the streets to myself and a few other wandering or whatevering souls and time to find a proper place for optimum new-town sunrise observation. and then there were over twenty miles of roaming the city far and wide in which there was cafe au lait and beignets and gator sausage po'boys and jambalaya and bread pudding and groovy live jazz and delicious abita turbo-dog beer and bourbon street and drunks to boot and whiskey and sights and jams in the streets the french market and hot sauce in the streets and art in the streets and jams in the streets and the voodoo museum and a properly sketchy rexxystyle hotel and everyeveryeverywhere oh and to marigny away from the bourbon street idiocy at night to the apple barrel with zeke the awesome dog and rad jazz and peeps at the spotted cat and lots of cool, friendly strangers and blah blah blah. i loved it. one of my favorite cities in the country. and i have been to enough now to justifiably make this statement.

well. i'll shut up and let the photos speak.
best i could do with my cell-cam.

ciao baby







































to be continued..

my love bacons! how i have missed thee

the boy is back on tour, therefore no more computer stealing.
explaining my lack of activity around these parts.

since the library doesn't believe in ass and titties i made my way across town to my favorite coffee shop for java and uncensored computer access. i only had enough change for 30 minutes..so i'll probably be ramblin' ramblin' ramblin about whatever pops into my head fast as lightning..

but you don't mind, right?

speaking of lightning, was taking a leisurely afternoon stroll last week with a dear friend of mine and she pointed out a rather incredible tree in the graveyard i often wander. branches like streaks of lightning!

every time i walk past now i linger for a moment or two.

what if the lightning struck and the tree turned it instantly into a branch?

silly of course, but that is just how it appears.

i often face the moronic question from, well, morons, from who i could expect nothing more:
"is that just a tree?"

just a tree?!
have you ever really contemplated a tree?
(mind blowing)
to really break it down:

have you ever BREATHED?
(well you wouldn't without trees, bitch.)

i never cease to walk by the largest and craziest
or the most frail
and think of how
spiders spin magnificent webs
birds perch and nest
monkeys swing
worms crawl
caterpillars become butterflies
gorillas meditate
humans read and rest
moss grows
leaves live and rustle and die and fall
snow clings
ice freezes
branches break
lightning strikes
rain falls
sun shines
(how many visions in clouds have you seen?)
children climb and build
and you endure
you reach towards the open sky
you know what is and is not
you have seen the evolution of the world
the death of your world that humans have created
and you endure
for all else
for your beautiful earth
and all of its creatures
who should live in harmony without fear before your unwavering trunk full of secrets
the greatest wisdom and compassion of all time rests soundly in your roots
they grasp the earth
you open one-hundred and seven arms to the sky
and sway beautifully in peace that never falters.



well, enough about all that.

nothing too crazy has been going on. hibernating as the winter carries on. loving it.
coffee, books (most recent reads: voltaire's candid, bukowski's post office, rebecca skloots the immortal life of henrietta lacks), yoga, tunes (lots of neurosis, radiohead, and dizzy gillespie). eating lots of grilled cheeses with tomato soups. coffee coffee. some drinks. some snail mailin. some lovin. some travel plannin. some doodlin.



ahh only five minutes left on my computer so i must ramble on and sing my song.

leaving monday for a road trip to new orleans and texas. so stoked.
let me know any cool spots to check out in nola or austin!!

"to awaken in a cheap hotel room in a strange city and pull up the shade - this was the craziest kind of contentment" -bukowski

yes, sir.

rexxy out!
<3

RADIO.
FUCKING.
HEAD.

the weather is beautiful
and the king of limbs awaits.




i am going to go make spicy bacon chili,
but more soon my love noodles.


<3 Rexx

i have freshly acquired sex hair
i am naked, half-wrapped in a fuzzy green blanket
i am listening to throats. brutal.

all is well with the universe.

the steelers failed me and for that i think they owe me a bar tab.
but let's not discuss those matters.

last weekend was a road trippin, rock n rollin, motel fuckin, whiskey till the break of dawnin good time.
just the way i like it.

this weekend i'm hitting the road to richmond and then to virginia beach for glassjaw! hell yes!

its cold as fuck.
its half way through february.
one month from now i'll be hitting the dusty lone traveler trail to wander new orleans and austin.
let's kick it?
the day i return to the pittsburghian lands i will have been alive for twenty-four mother-fucking years.
one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.
twenty-one fish, twenty-two fish, twenty-three fish, me fish.

all i want for my birthday are some post-mortem pin-up prints for my kitchen and a larger cheeseburger than i have ever encountered in my entire life.

rawrrawrrawr..THIS BAND, THROATS, IS ROCKING MY FUCKING WORLD RIGHT NOW.
if pig destroyer and converge had a fuck-child..

anywho i just wanted to pop in and say helloo, my love spices!
i'm feelin bendy and zen.
naked yoga!!
books!!!
currently reading: mauve gloves and madmen, clutter and vine by tom wolfe
cooking!!
drinks!!
daria?!!

pretty pointless entry, but we'll catch up soon.
hope all is groovy in your life, baby
badda bing. badda boom.
rexxy out.

have a dirty bathroom mirror picture from saturday. its all i got.



ciao/meow
<3 Rexx

it was nice to hear the rain last night.

strange, in february, but nice.

its february. 2011. that is also strange. but nice.
lots of good things are happening in the near future.

hopefully making it to philly friday after work for some tattoo convention after party action.
hopping a bus to richmond the next morning.
catching a ride from richmond to harrisonburg that evening to see gifts from enola and party with the rad kids there.
then me and the boy will be driving back sunday morning..


because ITS THE SUPERFUCKINGBOWL BABY AND PITTSBURGH IS THE ONLY PLACE TO BE!!!!!

needless to say the bakery has been full of black and gold. we are busier for the superbowl more than thanksgiving and christmas combined. god bless america.

god-less america?.

<-- (flashback to san francisco chinatown billboard. hail photographic memory!)

i've been chomping on a lot of steeler style cookies and cream cupcakes:



and making alot of rexxy style cookies. bacon and hearts! bacon in training! i dream of skey!
most of the fucking drags of business society barely notice. but there are a few gems in town who buy my goods. and for them i persevere



next weekend we'll be roadtripping to virginia beach to see glassjaw.

got tickets for me and zepp101 to the second stage turbine blade tour in april in philly. i plan to stay for a few days. check out the art museum and the museum of medical oddities. and probably some more mummies. cause i'm into dead shit alot. and cheesesteak. CHEESESTEAK.

in march i plan to take a week or two off of work and buy another greyhound discovery pass. (only not a two monther this time ) i want to hit nashville and new orleans on my way down to austin, texas to see my man play in his label, the mylene sheath's showcase at sxsw. gifts from enola, caspian, junius, and more. so much good music coming out of this label its ridiculous. and i finally get to grace the texan lands for more than just a mexican border crossover! viva!

from traveling so much via hound last year i earned a free bus ticket to anywhere i want to go. nothing is set in stone yet, but i'd like to take the bus to coos bay, oregon. find a ride to the section of the oregon coast trail that begins in bandon and goes to port orford. a three or four day hike. i visited portland (the amazing toxic ! ) two summers ago but never made it to the oregon coast. been dying to ever since. i figure, i have a free ticket, i may as well go from coast to coast. i plan to go alone. it may be tough. but beautiful. incredible. the type of thing i live for. most people think i'm crazy, but then again, i am crazy.

2011.
wherever the wind blows me.
free of hesitation.
free of worry for the future.
whoooooowwweeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww <<<------- (wind blowing)

as for tonight..
i just made some delicious meatballs smothered in cayenne pepper and italian cheeses. i've been cooking alot this past year and have found that i truly enjoy it.

i'm about to strip down to my skin and indulge in naked yoga.
brew a pot of coffee.
then head to the bar for a few pay day brews..
"hoppy or stouty or whiskey!"
whichever way i sway it shall be delicious.

ahhh. my. how i have rambledl

but i'm feeling superb about life.

some days
i feel certain about everything
other days i'm not so sure
but i remember that once i was sure
and will be again
and that will go on indefinitely
and that's enough for me
some days i think:
when this machine malfunctions
(the one transmitting and transporting 'me' )
or breaks down
or is destroyed
there will be no more me
some days i think magic will happen
some days i see a leaf in january
hover
and it sends a chill down my spine
and i understand
some days my hair is curlier than others
some days i think my soul
is twisted there
spiraling out to you
some nights its pig destroyer
some nights its silence
some nights its rain
(oh, to have finally had one of those nights this one past)
but when persephone rises
the rain will fall again.
some days its the breath of sleep
and i feel it on my shoulder
and i do not understand how i get this love
and so many do not get love
at all
that way
and die
some days i stand in the middle of the road
four below zero, in the dead of night
look up and around planted firmly
and i think what a tiny fucking speck
i am
but i never feel small
some days i stop amidst crowds
rush hour downtown
and its unfathomably ridiculous in every way
so many mindless creatures
so many fucking idiots
so many bodies running here and there and riding up to seventieth floors
of buildings
doing things that were never necessary
man created this false concept once we started becoming obsessed with ourselves and steering away from basic instinct and need.
must work.
must be largest species.
must reproduce.
must control species.
must invent more work.
to fuel our greed.
to control. all the products of our fucking.
fuck for pleasure, not babies.
unless you are capable of raising a non robot.
but at least all those crowds are living their lives that way
so i don't have to
so they can stay swarming around their americanized hubs
keep the mountains soulful and solitary
the dive bars quaint
and the sands void of footprints
in the winter
where i sometimes tread
sometimes there are tsunamis
as i am somersaulting
sometimes my soul is a tiny bird
in seattle
on the table before me
and i'm staring it straight in the face
while my body breathes and chews.
and that is how i know
all that i need to know.

the simplest things change my life and linger with me for years. i dig it.
now i've typed for miles and i must be leaving you darlings.

well. ciao/meow my love balls.

REXES UNITE!

listening to: baths
reading: walt whitman
feeling: vivacious
full of: spicy noodles
looking at: empty wild turkey bottle
smelling: nag champa
thinking about: bubbles in day-old water glasses. quitting jobs. hitting. (the road. and a J.) alone-osity. mind peace. no need for explanations. ever. a coastal hike for days. live rock and roll. sex. thirst..




"quench" - satiate. overcome.

"buoyant" - able to float.



even toilet paper in the streets feels different on monday morning.
and then come the sirens. and my bus.




"...behavior lawless as snowflakes, words simple as grass.." (w.w.)
( the friendly and flowing savage)



hmm..

hi

just rexxaroohoo here, stopping in to be wierd.

hope your week is off to a good start my love peppers. whatever a week means. its all flowing and flowing. fuck these jagged time frames sometimes.

can i get a virtual high five and/or whiskey shot from my steelers fans? SUPERBOWL BABY!

ciao/miao.



<3 Rexxy

goooood afterning/mornernoon my love captains/crunchies!




how are you on this fine weekend?
what have you been up to?
what is the last porn you watched?
(on a hunt for pulp friction myself. )
the last thought you thought?

tell me.

my thoughts:

sunday silence
hum of an airplane far off
growing closer,
more urgent. no
urgency for me,
not today.
naked.
the bed.
hint of zebra and lace,
george jetson in the ceiling,
a familiar scene.
out the window
tiny snowflakes hover
and drift at peace
like particles in the sun.
two houses, familiar:
the yellow
and the brown.
gazing not at them, but
at the space
between,
beyond the jumbled mess of electric
wires,
telephone wires,
of whatever hideous wires
no tight rope walkers
perch upon
today
to shed a feather
to the breeze,
to the child on the hill,
but they are for a moment
perched
in the clouds beyond.
see the shoulder,
the beak.
one hanging in opposition
to another,
upside-down.
the clouds break
and i stare even deeper
into the universe
where i see myself
leaning, eyes shut
beneath that barren tree in the distance,
amongst graves.
smiling.
or standing tiny
before waves crashing,
no soul for miles
but the ocean,
the master,
in black,
dead of winter night.
i continue
to gaze beyond.
the clouds waltz on
in their great masquerade
in the sun.
cheese floats by,
standing alone.
the people of the world drag on
in their tragic masquerade
in the sun.
unsure but unmasked
i waltz by
lying here alone


end thoughts.
begin photo rambles.

what i've been up to, as of late:

deep frying.
latest concoction ala yesterday:

bacon wrapped corn dogs with deep fried perogies.

topped with a mixture of sweet baby rays and sriracha.
hail to the kings, baby!

hunting for brooklyn black chocolate stout.
unsuccesfully
but discovering southern tier choklat and dying the death of happiness.


catching up with old friends over drinks and fried duck livers topped with bacon and big titty licking.


the usual loosing of nipple rings during hot sexual activity,
then remembering i had an extra pair!



oh, 2008. went down with nothing but the barbells in my nips and the clothes on my back.
do not try to convince police that your nipple piercings WILL close up during your week long vacation in the county jail and that you PROMISE you will not stab anyone of they let you leave them in.
they will tell you to bend over, spread your ass cheeks, cough, and shut up.

back to my recent activities:

the purchasing of amazing dinosaur socks.


and my usual incense burning/book reading/a little leftover new years wine sipping.




i've also started practicing naked yoga.
and its been wonderful for mind, body, and soul.

speaking of which
its a beautiful day.
i'm going to slip into my skin and yog.
then wander in the beautiful snowy sunshine.

peace, yinz.



<3 Rexx

P.S. STEELERS BABY. AW,YUP.