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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
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.
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.
monday night life.
glass of whiskey.
high, hot shower.
cinnamon steam
alone, as i will it
and smiling into
plastic walls
slammed into
by imitation jellyfish
slamming into each other
over and over
while imitation souls
in sacks of skin and bones and full of shit
slam into
plastic walls and
each other
over and over
i wish people would just go away
as i willed it
so i could be enveloped
always
in a lacy black state of almost
nothing
with smudged eyeliner and chipped nails
with no reasons
or some
reasons that i cannot always explain
with passions i cannot fully understand
but i do understand
that i will revel in fake jellyfish
and in real souls
aware of what never was
where walls have seemed to melt
away
hello my little love sprinkles.
i hope your new years weekend was happy.
i hope your today is happy.
my weekend was groovy nights
and stellar mornings.
a mouse is chattering in my wall.
i don't mind…
he leaves me be.
it is frigid out and
my warmth and bread are plentiful
he is just living and dying
and so am i
have your piece of personal fucking happiness
and eat it, too.
shove it in your fucking face, baby.
fuck everything else.
viva!
till we meet again
<3 Rexxy
glass of whiskey.
high, hot shower.
cinnamon steam
alone, as i will it
and smiling into
plastic walls
slammed into
by imitation jellyfish
slamming into each other
over and over
while imitation souls
in sacks of skin and bones and full of shit
slam into
plastic walls and
each other
over and over
i wish people would just go away
as i willed it
so i could be enveloped
always
in a lacy black state of almost
nothing
with smudged eyeliner and chipped nails
with no reasons
or some
reasons that i cannot always explain
with passions i cannot fully understand
but i do understand
that i will revel in fake jellyfish
and in real souls
aware of what never was
where walls have seemed to melt
away
hello my little love sprinkles.
i hope your new years weekend was happy.
i hope your today is happy.
my weekend was groovy nights
and stellar mornings.
a mouse is chattering in my wall.
i don't mind…
he leaves me be.
it is frigid out and
my warmth and bread are plentiful
he is just living and dying
and so am i
have your piece of personal fucking happiness
and eat it, too.
shove it in your fucking face, baby.
fuck everything else.
viva!
till we meet again
<3 Rexxy
hello my little love perogies!
tuesday morning. no work.
i never want to go back,
i feel so much more productive and fulfilled when i'm not working.
time for a new job, perhaps? or perhaps time for none.
pulled my curtains open to let the sun pour in.
swam around naked in bed for awhile enjoying sweet nothingness and the blank page of the day ahead, to be filled however i please. with words upon words, the soul spilling over or perhaps jellyfish tentacle lightning storm doodles. anything, anything at all! viva!
well either way i've already started the day off right with a healthy serving of porn and orange juice.
santa was pretty rad to me this year.
a french press.
a coffee grinder.
a deep fryer.
a jelly fish lamp.
me and the boyfriend made the wild ride back to virginia.
or should i say, made the ride wild?
spent lots of time with my amazing family over the weekend.
cookies and fudge and cheeseballs everywhere. viva.
a train keeps tooting in the distance and it is rather pleasant, right now.
a sound suiting for any mood.
it can be sad, happy, lonely, hopeful. coming or going ...
i realized i havn't showed yinz the new work on my arm. eight hours so far. here's a taste of one side at least.
a faceless woman, naked, with flowing, flower-filled hair perched atop a mountain of skulls. the wasteland of death continues onto the back. whiskey drinking skeletons and such.
my creepy little dreamland.
and with the coming of tax return season, there will finally be a full sleeve in rexxy's future.
well, loves, i know its been a quickie but my tummy is rumbling.
i think i'm going to go cook me up a breakfast of perogies n'eggs
and relish every moment of this cold and beautiful day.
aimless wanderings and haps around the great pittsburghian outdoors, the complete seasons of daria, bukowski's pleasures of the damned, a full bottle of jameson (+ hot cider) sounds like a wonderful time to me. (thanks to boyfriend santa.)
life is good, baby. let's eat it up.
nomnomnom.
and on this note i will leave you with none other than my most recent discovery of me. age three. the devil in the flesh
ciao/meow.
<3 Rexx
tuesday morning. no work.
i never want to go back,
i feel so much more productive and fulfilled when i'm not working.
time for a new job, perhaps? or perhaps time for none.
pulled my curtains open to let the sun pour in.
swam around naked in bed for awhile enjoying sweet nothingness and the blank page of the day ahead, to be filled however i please. with words upon words, the soul spilling over or perhaps jellyfish tentacle lightning storm doodles. anything, anything at all! viva!
well either way i've already started the day off right with a healthy serving of porn and orange juice.
santa was pretty rad to me this year.
a french press.
a coffee grinder.
a deep fryer.
a jelly fish lamp.
me and the boyfriend made the wild ride back to virginia.
or should i say, made the ride wild?
spent lots of time with my amazing family over the weekend.
cookies and fudge and cheeseballs everywhere. viva.
a train keeps tooting in the distance and it is rather pleasant, right now.
a sound suiting for any mood.
it can be sad, happy, lonely, hopeful. coming or going ...
i realized i havn't showed yinz the new work on my arm. eight hours so far. here's a taste of one side at least.
a faceless woman, naked, with flowing, flower-filled hair perched atop a mountain of skulls. the wasteland of death continues onto the back. whiskey drinking skeletons and such.
my creepy little dreamland.
and with the coming of tax return season, there will finally be a full sleeve in rexxy's future.
well, loves, i know its been a quickie but my tummy is rumbling.
i think i'm going to go cook me up a breakfast of perogies n'eggs
and relish every moment of this cold and beautiful day.
aimless wanderings and haps around the great pittsburghian outdoors, the complete seasons of daria, bukowski's pleasures of the damned, a full bottle of jameson (+ hot cider) sounds like a wonderful time to me. (thanks to boyfriend santa.)
life is good, baby. let's eat it up.
nomnomnom.
and on this note i will leave you with none other than my most recent discovery of me. age three. the devil in the flesh
ciao/meow.
<3 Rexx
its been awhile.
the recent addition of the internet to my humble abode might make me a more frequent visitor around these parts. and i must say, i look forward to getting back in touch with all you freaky people.
nothing too crazy has happened.
its winter. i dig it.
since we last spoke i have read the birth of tragedy by nietzche and cats cradle by vonnegut. both.
i've played lots of pinball and air hockey at games n'at.
work. sex. rock n roll.
new tattoos.
sex. rock n roll. drugs.
cookies. cake.
muppets from space.
bacon.
sex.
well. that pretty much sums it up!
oh dear god and coffee. nag champa. beers. more sex. rock n roll. more bacon.
no complaints. no complaints at all.
bahaha.
and BAH HUMBUG, too!
it is that time of year now, isn't it?
consumerism at its finest. blood pressure at its highest.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!" cakes out the anus.
i'm sick of this helliday bakery madness.
jelly fish > jesus
the whole scene really makes me want to vomit but instead i just laugh. profusely.
or simply relax with a hot cup a' joe in the midst of all the madness swirling round and round.
ah but lets not bother ourselves with the ways of the world.
tonight its 9 p.m. and i'm swimming in my blanket sea
i feel the draft coming in my window
and welcome it as it meets the warmth inside my room
my skin is bare,
soft
blankets and pillows,
the consistent shoooooo of the heat fan,
soft
and the glow of my candle near it's wick's end
dancing softly,
smelling soft, somehow.
the incense smoke is twirling madly
and in my head,
i'm twirling, madly
dancing softly.
the greatest ballet in sweet meditation
its been awhile since i've released my mind
to pure nothingness
been feeling stale….
then something about the convergence of frigidity and warmth
existing consistently together without battle, tonight.
two realms
not so literally these, but of an undefinable sort.
(i remember slipping into an icy sea, leaving the body, emerging into steamy august air.)
emerge in the mind's very right moment
(sober, open, waiting, completely void of thought)
all elements and senses converge
floating i look back
the moment just as i left it,
chained to a red light
a speck now.
and here i am again.
the soul is never too far gone.
and after these non-sensical ramblings…
i'll be leaving you.
whats new babies?
merry rexxmas to all and to all a goodnight..
<3 Rexxy
the recent addition of the internet to my humble abode might make me a more frequent visitor around these parts. and i must say, i look forward to getting back in touch with all you freaky people.
nothing too crazy has happened.
its winter. i dig it.
since we last spoke i have read the birth of tragedy by nietzche and cats cradle by vonnegut.
both.i've played lots of pinball and air hockey at games n'at.
work. sex. rock n roll.
new tattoos.
sex. rock n roll. drugs.
cookies. cake.
muppets from space.
bacon.
sex.
well. that pretty much sums it up!
oh dear god and coffee. nag champa. beers. more sex. rock n roll. more bacon.
no complaints. no complaints at all.
bahaha.
and BAH HUMBUG, too!
it is that time of year now, isn't it?
consumerism at its finest. blood pressure at its highest.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!" cakes out the anus.
i'm sick of this helliday bakery madness.
jelly fish > jesus
the whole scene really makes me want to vomit but instead i just laugh. profusely.
or simply relax with a hot cup a' joe in the midst of all the madness swirling round and round.
ah but lets not bother ourselves with the ways of the world.
tonight its 9 p.m. and i'm swimming in my blanket sea
i feel the draft coming in my window
and welcome it as it meets the warmth inside my room
my skin is bare,
soft
blankets and pillows,
the consistent shoooooo of the heat fan,
soft
and the glow of my candle near it's wick's end
dancing softly,
smelling soft, somehow.
the incense smoke is twirling madly
and in my head,
i'm twirling, madly
dancing softly.
the greatest ballet in sweet meditation
its been awhile since i've released my mind
to pure nothingness
been feeling stale….
then something about the convergence of frigidity and warmth
existing consistently together without battle, tonight.
two realms
not so literally these, but of an undefinable sort.
(i remember slipping into an icy sea, leaving the body, emerging into steamy august air.)
emerge in the mind's very right moment
(sober, open, waiting, completely void of thought)
all elements and senses converge
floating i look back
the moment just as i left it,
chained to a red light
a speck now.
and here i am again.
the soul is never too far gone.
and after these non-sensical ramblings…
i'll be leaving you.
whats new babies?
merry rexxmas to all and to all a goodnight..
<3 Rexxy
the wind is beginning to bite
and i rather like it.
tis the season for whiskey in my coffee and breath that i can see before and all around me...
beautiful.
red noses and little life puffs.
oh and the array of gloves and mittens in all colors and patterns and fabrics and forms clutching coffees and teas tightly in mugs and cardboard cups and i always guess at what's inside.
today
walking quickly through familiar back alleys
past smells of city diner pancakes, in piles,
reminded me of puddle splashing through the town for miles
fall's coldest day, its last, long ago,
thinking that i knew about love or life or even my very own soul. ha.
the days grow darker, sooner, now
and i know.
i know, now, that i know a little more.
though a light sheet of ice from the sky fell upon me i asked:
with nowhere to be at all,
why am i walking so quickly on this most predictable path?
i stopped dead in my tracks and breathed in deeply, shut eyes drenched in black.
and i knew a little more.
someday i'll put my finger on exactly what it is that i know
or even what i knew at that moment
its hard to piece together but it makes sense in my head, and i was never very good at verbalizing, anyway.
we are so often demanded, in one way or another, to explain ourselves
by others, strange and near, and
even by ourselves, to ourselves...
and sometimes even tend, unknowingly, to shape our lives in order to provide explanation.
let's not give in to living this way.
no matter what!
"wine preserves. God endures. the whores blow on"
-Charles Bukowski-
and life is sweeter than a pixie stick long enough to reach the sun.
anyways, hello and goodbye, my little hot saucy love noodles.
.
p.s. halloweenie
<3 yinz.
-Rexx
and i rather like it.
tis the season for whiskey in my coffee and breath that i can see before and all around me...
beautiful.
red noses and little life puffs.
oh and the array of gloves and mittens in all colors and patterns and fabrics and forms clutching coffees and teas tightly in mugs and cardboard cups and i always guess at what's inside.
today
walking quickly through familiar back alleys
past smells of city diner pancakes, in piles,
reminded me of puddle splashing through the town for miles
fall's coldest day, its last, long ago,
thinking that i knew about love or life or even my very own soul. ha.
the days grow darker, sooner, now
and i know.
i know, now, that i know a little more.
though a light sheet of ice from the sky fell upon me i asked:
with nowhere to be at all,
why am i walking so quickly on this most predictable path?
i stopped dead in my tracks and breathed in deeply, shut eyes drenched in black.
and i knew a little more.
someday i'll put my finger on exactly what it is that i know
or even what i knew at that moment
its hard to piece together but it makes sense in my head, and i was never very good at verbalizing, anyway.
we are so often demanded, in one way or another, to explain ourselves
by others, strange and near, and
even by ourselves, to ourselves...
and sometimes even tend, unknowingly, to shape our lives in order to provide explanation.
let's not give in to living this way.
no matter what!
"wine preserves. God endures. the whores blow on"
-Charles Bukowski-
and life is sweeter than a pixie stick long enough to reach the sun.
anyways, hello and goodbye, my little hot saucy love noodles.
.
p.s. halloweenie
<3 yinz.
-Rexx
hello my little love burgers!!!!! oh how i have missed you all.
due to my computerlessness i have been absent from these parts for a few weeks but i'm finally back to update yinz and wet my whistle. and maybe yours, too…who knows!
LIFE. it has been nothing short of amazing since i last stopped in. and why shouldn't it be, ever? amaze thyself! always! i command you!
i actually cannot even remember where i left off…so i'll just give you some highlights of my life as of late.
i went to the zoo at the wee hours of one saturday morning to participate in a walk for diabetes and check out the aminals. the polar bears are my favorite but were pretty inactive but i spent a great deal of time being mystified by the elephants, thinking about their giant brains that may or may not hold the secret to the universe…
and…speaking of BRAINS. FUCKING WORLD ZOMBIE DAY.
i came. i saw. i sold zombaked goods. i zombied out. i cranked beers.
i wish it were zombie fest every day
brains cookies!
grave cake!
some kick ass zombie!
the weekend before zombie fest i got antsy and hopped on the mega bus to nyc where i was scooped up by my super awesome pal zepp101. we zoomed to jersey and crushed beer and shots in crazy polish bar. guzzled brews till the sun came up. then headed to philly where we checked out some rad museumage involving the almighty cleopatra and various other things like egyptian bondage and creepy mummies.
then cheesesteaks were of course devoured as well as beers and my travel bug was satisfied and i zoomed my way back to the pitts on sunday. tuesday i saw trash talk and envy at the rex here in pittsburgh (the rex!) then my bawfriend arrived back from his bands european travels. = a happay rexxay, babay ( )
its halloween month. i've been excited and celebrating nonstop…still debating the perfect costume idea.
i'm not sure what this weekend has in store but it will definitely include painting my nails orange with black glitter, fucking, eating a shitton of food, drinking tasty beer noms, watching horror movies naked in my bed, and maybe a haunted house if i'm lucky.
life is good. great! i just finished the kandy kolored tangerine flake streamline baby and started the monkey wrench gang which i recieved by surprise via snailmail from an old friend. along with various other knickknacks. it made my day. real mail in my snailbox makes me a very happy girl.
anywho it is friday and my tummy is a rumbling and i have some boobs to check out around these parts but i wanted to say hello and give you a tiny update on my life and make sure all of you beautiful freaky people of the world were doing just fine.
what was the last thing you put bacon on?
did you participate in world zombie day?
whats your all time favorite horror movie?
do you live by a kick fucking ass haunted house that i should travel to check out?
what are you being for halloween?
TELL ME EVERYTHING.
or else……
ciao/meow
<3 Rexx
due to my computerlessness i have been absent from these parts for a few weeks but i'm finally back to update yinz and wet my whistle. and maybe yours, too…who knows!
LIFE. it has been nothing short of amazing since i last stopped in. and why shouldn't it be, ever? amaze thyself! always! i command you!
i actually cannot even remember where i left off…so i'll just give you some highlights of my life as of late.
i went to the zoo at the wee hours of one saturday morning to participate in a walk for diabetes and check out the aminals. the polar bears are my favorite but were pretty inactive but i spent a great deal of time being mystified by the elephants, thinking about their giant brains that may or may not hold the secret to the universe…
and…speaking of BRAINS. FUCKING WORLD ZOMBIE DAY.
i came. i saw. i sold zombaked goods. i zombied out. i cranked beers.
i wish it were zombie fest every day
brains cookies!
grave cake!
some kick ass zombie!
the weekend before zombie fest i got antsy and hopped on the mega bus to nyc where i was scooped up by my super awesome pal zepp101. we zoomed to jersey and crushed beer and shots in crazy polish bar. guzzled brews till the sun came up. then headed to philly where we checked out some rad museumage involving the almighty cleopatra and various other things like egyptian bondage and creepy mummies.
then cheesesteaks were of course devoured as well as beers and my travel bug was satisfied and i zoomed my way back to the pitts on sunday. tuesday i saw trash talk and envy at the rex here in pittsburgh (the rex!) then my bawfriend arrived back from his bands european travels. = a happay rexxay, babay (
)its halloween month. i've been excited and celebrating nonstop…still debating the perfect costume idea.
i'm not sure what this weekend has in store but it will definitely include painting my nails orange with black glitter, fucking, eating a shitton of food, drinking tasty beer noms, watching horror movies naked in my bed, and maybe a haunted house if i'm lucky.
life is good. great! i just finished the kandy kolored tangerine flake streamline baby and started the monkey wrench gang which i recieved by surprise via snailmail from an old friend. along with various other knickknacks. it made my day. real mail in my snailbox makes me a very happy girl.
anywho it is friday and my tummy is a rumbling and i have some boobs to check out around these parts but i wanted to say hello and give you a tiny update on my life and make sure all of you beautiful freaky people of the world were doing just fine.
what was the last thing you put bacon on?
did you participate in world zombie day?
whats your all time favorite horror movie?
do you live by a kick fucking ass haunted house that i should travel to check out?
what are you being for halloween?
TELL ME EVERYTHING.
or else……
ciao/meow
<3 Rexx
I realize that I have the "most to say" when "suffering" in some way or another. Especially when it comes to writing. But what is "the most to say"? Must there be anything to say at all? I feel and always have that the best relationships are those when complete silence, shared, is comfortable and meaningful, even. Perhaps the same is true with silence within my own mind. and what is "suffering?" All in my head. Perhaps I create suffering merely to say something. Perhaps we all do the same, to create constant "meaning". True meaning comes without suffering, with nothing. i realize at times that perhaps my mind has been more affected by the world than i let myself think. it's alright, i realize i'm alive. and in these moments of realization i am free.
p.s. pumpkin beers and changing leaves.
p.p.s check out my set still in member review.
p.s.
pumpkin beers and changing leaves. p.p.s check out my set still in member review.
late afternoon
walking on graves
through mazes of dead
reminds me of
years ago
dancing upon them
late nights
with ghosts and lovers
who i never really loved at all
the past carries
so much
that has faded
that is faded
that will fade
and what else will fade?
why cling
when we can run free
forever
i ask beheaded angels
crumbling
gothic and beautiful
over flesh rotted centuries ago
the sun warm upon my face
watch a doe and her young
nibbling graveside grass
graceful and innocent
and aware of my eyes
so i turn them
to keep peace inside these gates,
now locked
miles of bodies
that once held souls
now surely in the wind
or the sun
or the leaves swirling at my feet
forever somewhere
and there is one kind body i stumble upon
alive
showing me the way
through woods and hills and a hole in a fence
and not many walk miles of graves for serenity
and indulgence
in a perfect fall sunday afternoon
but she did and i did that day
and we smiled and i danced a little
down the stairs to the main road
thinking how there's always a way baby
and aint life grand.
so yesterday was nice.
listened to the steeler game on a.m. radio.
full of static and nostalgia, wiggling an antenna
with fall air pouring in the window
enjoyed a very long walk and got locked in the cemetery.
i fell in love with this group of feathered friends:
and with this amazingly creepy headless tombstone from the 1800's:
i kicked it and played outside alot with one of muh main dudes :
started reading and loving the kandy-kolored tangerine-flake streamline baby that i found at chop suey the last time i was in richmond. one of my favorite used bookstores.
life is sweet.
the weather is grand.
all smiles. big cheesy rexxy ones.
i hope you are feeling wonderful today.
<3 Rexx
walking on graves
through mazes of dead
reminds me of
years ago
dancing upon them
late nights
with ghosts and lovers
who i never really loved at all
the past carries
so much
that has faded
that is faded
that will fade
and what else will fade?
why cling
when we can run free
forever
i ask beheaded angels
crumbling
gothic and beautiful
over flesh rotted centuries ago
the sun warm upon my face
watch a doe and her young
nibbling graveside grass
graceful and innocent
and aware of my eyes
so i turn them
to keep peace inside these gates,
now locked
miles of bodies
that once held souls
now surely in the wind
or the sun
or the leaves swirling at my feet
forever somewhere
and there is one kind body i stumble upon
alive
showing me the way
through woods and hills and a hole in a fence
and not many walk miles of graves for serenity
and indulgence
in a perfect fall sunday afternoon
but she did and i did that day
and we smiled and i danced a little
down the stairs to the main road
thinking how there's always a way baby
and aint life grand.
so yesterday was nice.
listened to the steeler game on a.m. radio.
full of static and nostalgia, wiggling an antenna
with fall air pouring in the window
enjoyed a very long walk and got locked in the cemetery.
i fell in love with this group of feathered friends:
and with this amazingly creepy headless tombstone from the 1800's:
i kicked it and played outside alot with one of muh main dudes :
started reading and loving the kandy-kolored tangerine-flake streamline baby that i found at chop suey the last time i was in richmond. one of my favorite used bookstores.
life is sweet.
the weather is grand.
all smiles. big cheesy rexxy ones.
i hope you are feeling wonderful today.
<3 Rexx
hot damnnnn hello! its been awhile.
i've missed yinz
just a quick update from the coffeeshop as i sip on a dark delicious ethiopian blend. mmm.
so about a week and a half ago i hopped a bus to virginia to meet up with the boy. i arrived about 5 a.m. on the streets of richmond and indulged in a very amusing and overpriced five minute cab ride with a man that told me in the neighborhood i was going he was once sold spaghetti on the street for two dollars from a crackhead. i was pretty hungry and enthralled but unfortunately came across no noodle peddlers upon arrival. over the next few days there was mass consumption of beer and whiskey chugged from half gallon bottles and fun and friends and good times and living in a hot but comfy school bus. lots of driving hours and hours laying on a couch in the sun with tattered curtains flapping in the breeze…those little things that make existence seem unreal and perfect, somehow, in the midst of realizing it may one day be intangible and we may exist simply as the stem of a leaf or a grain of dirt walked upon by bare feet in the sun or perhaps nothing but the traces of who we were will somehow never cease to be.
there are those times when a ray of the sun or the feeling of the breeze or the way the brightest of blue birds evokes so much emotion as it flits from branch to branch on a day when the world seems colorless, gray, no sun, touching even that which appears most forlorn. something else exists there, i believe. little bits of souls scattered after we are done here.
well…
now that i've somehow gone off on a crazy rambling tangent. back to my events as of late….
the next week was laid back. lots of food lots of beer lots of old friends lots of hot sun and hiking and life-changing conversations and sex and sex and cheap hotels and DEFTONES. fucking deftones.
amazingamazingamazing again.
late thursday night returned to pittsburgh and lifes been just as great ever since. perfect weather. the smell of fall. cold night air buried in hoodies.
saw young widows/helms alee at the 31st street pub on saturday. amazing.
and i decided that i'm content with wherever i go when i die….
as long as there is rock and roll. 
and on that note my coffee is growing cold and it looks like rain and theres a long walk ahead.
but i just wanted to say hello and life is grand.
happy monday.
how was your weekend?
how is your life?
tell me whats going on in your brainnssssss.
alright. . ciao baby.
<3 Rexx
p.s. my new set by cherry , technicolor is still hanging out among friends in mr. check it out. show some love if you love, and i hope you do.
i've missed yinz
just a quick update from the coffeeshop as i sip on a dark delicious ethiopian blend. mmm.
so about a week and a half ago i hopped a bus to virginia to meet up with the boy. i arrived about 5 a.m. on the streets of richmond and indulged in a very amusing and overpriced five minute cab ride with a man that told me in the neighborhood i was going he was once sold spaghetti on the street for two dollars from a crackhead. i was pretty hungry and enthralled but unfortunately came across no noodle peddlers upon arrival. over the next few days there was mass consumption of beer and whiskey chugged from half gallon bottles and fun and friends and good times and living in a hot but comfy school bus. lots of driving hours and hours laying on a couch in the sun with tattered curtains flapping in the breeze…those little things that make existence seem unreal and perfect, somehow, in the midst of realizing it may one day be intangible and we may exist simply as the stem of a leaf or a grain of dirt walked upon by bare feet in the sun or perhaps nothing but the traces of who we were will somehow never cease to be.
there are those times when a ray of the sun or the feeling of the breeze or the way the brightest of blue birds evokes so much emotion as it flits from branch to branch on a day when the world seems colorless, gray, no sun, touching even that which appears most forlorn. something else exists there, i believe. little bits of souls scattered after we are done here.
well…
now that i've somehow gone off on a crazy rambling tangent. back to my events as of late….
the next week was laid back. lots of food lots of beer lots of old friends lots of hot sun and hiking and life-changing conversations and sex and sex and cheap hotels and DEFTONES. fucking deftones.
amazingamazingamazing again.
late thursday night returned to pittsburgh and lifes been just as great ever since. perfect weather. the smell of fall. cold night air buried in hoodies.
saw young widows/helms alee at the 31st street pub on saturday. amazing.
and i decided that i'm content with wherever i go when i die….
as long as there is rock and roll.
and on that note my coffee is growing cold and it looks like rain and theres a long walk ahead.
but i just wanted to say hello and life is grand.
happy monday.
how was your weekend?
how is your life?
tell me whats going on in your brainnssssss.
alright. . ciao baby.
<3 Rexx
p.s. my new set by cherry , technicolor is still hanging out among friends in mr. check it out. show some love if you love, and i hope you do.
