thanks for everything guys. i'll keep you posted on the progress of the last blog 
on a lighter note. after a year and a half of my camera being broken, i finally got off my lazy ass and got it fixed. i really want to get back into photography. its a great hobby to have. i'm out of practice but i think i've still got that passion for it burnin deep down inside somewhere
here's to no more shitty phone pictures!
<<< ode to the cliche of taking ones picture in the coveted sg undies.
let vanity ensue.
woooo. smudgy morning after makeup! hot.
finally back to work tonight after a nice little four day vacation. i say finally like its a good thing. bah. but i do need to bring home the baconnnnnnnn soon
bills be pilin up yo. i can nip those in the bud soon though since i'm finally being paid for a job i worked three freaking months ago. soon i'll be sailing into the calm waters of being OUT OF DEBT. sheesh.
also two summers ago i went on a random roadtrip across the country (not making it very far, we only had seven days until my compadre went back to school) but it was fabulous and i've been failing to write about it to this day. i gave it a little start the other night. my camera actually broke on the roadtrip on the second day but the memory card had a few little pictures which i was happy to finally get to see. anyways here's a little memoir of one night:
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the rocks were vicious, silently beckoning our feet to follow. and they seemed to go on for days.
i remember struggling to push my fear aside as i lept from one to the other to keep up with him.
our stomachs were empty and our bodies exhausted, but we were finally here. our destination more vast and unreal than could be imagined. engulfing us in its silent wonder. the cracking open of a cool beer seemed to echo for eternity. closing my eyes i can still hear it now, clear as day. a cold brew slithering down my throat best enjoyed divulging my senses in the purity of nature.
i feel nature reaches out to speak...
"come as you are for i am as i am and will continue to be
scrub the paint from your eye, smash the mask to your soul
lie naked in my purity and i will bathe you in something real
my green children slash your skin
as barefoot, you go forward in my midst
giggling as you spit curses from dry lips
walk me long and far and your skin would grow raw and not feel this pain
as raw your soul should be to repel all the pain in your plastic world
i am here, i am what is real
my air waltzes to caress your skin
i draw a salted bath to heal your wounds and sing you to sleep as it breaks
in darkness my stars will show you the way
you may abandon your life of meaningless voids and man-made obligation
i offer a desert plateau upon which your body may rest one night
and one day i will sob for you as you soak through and tremble
i will remind you who you really are"
the sky that night was indescribable. i felt such beauty must be sacred. a swirling phenomena of smoldering colour and cloud. i was speechless. in awe. terrified. as though on spiritual ground. i hardly wanted to move, even blink for fear i may never again witness a sight so powerful. my camera mysteriously broke just as the sun began to set and i remember clutching our beers and knowing that not even a picture would ever describe these monstrous visions in the clouds. the colors melting in and around one another and the impending doom of thousands of feet of sillouhetted rock. for the rest of our lives no one would ever know how incredible the scene being painted in our vision was. nature seemed to whisper that this was our little secret tonight.
barely a soul for hundreds of miles. only a few others scattered nearby. all silent. hushed even the caramel skinned children who moments before had been running merrily shouting in a mix of spanish and broken english.
i knew a year and a half ago sitting with scott outside our tent that night, that i would frustrate myself with the words to write about it.
what i saw. entwined with how i felt.
a chill is running up my spine now. to the handful that night lying in the desert sand, it was a true gift. a secret. i surrender my words and in exchange that vision and that feeling forever will remain branded to my soul. and maybe one day i will find it again.
...
this is the last photo i took before my camera broke and the sky exploded:
on a lighter note. after a year and a half of my camera being broken, i finally got off my lazy ass and got it fixed. i really want to get back into photography. its a great hobby to have. i'm out of practice but i think i've still got that passion for it burnin deep down inside somewhere
here's to no more shitty phone pictures!
<<< ode to the cliche of taking ones picture in the coveted sg undies.
let vanity ensue.
woooo. smudgy morning after makeup! hot.
finally back to work tonight after a nice little four day vacation. i say finally like its a good thing. bah. but i do need to bring home the baconnnnnnnn soon
bills be pilin up yo. i can nip those in the bud soon though since i'm finally being paid for a job i worked three freaking months ago. soon i'll be sailing into the calm waters of being OUT OF DEBT. sheesh.also two summers ago i went on a random roadtrip across the country (not making it very far, we only had seven days until my compadre went back to school) but it was fabulous and i've been failing to write about it to this day. i gave it a little start the other night. my camera actually broke on the roadtrip on the second day but the memory card had a few little pictures which i was happy to finally get to see. anyways here's a little memoir of one night:
----
the rocks were vicious, silently beckoning our feet to follow. and they seemed to go on for days.
i remember struggling to push my fear aside as i lept from one to the other to keep up with him.
our stomachs were empty and our bodies exhausted, but we were finally here. our destination more vast and unreal than could be imagined. engulfing us in its silent wonder. the cracking open of a cool beer seemed to echo for eternity. closing my eyes i can still hear it now, clear as day. a cold brew slithering down my throat best enjoyed divulging my senses in the purity of nature.
i feel nature reaches out to speak...
"come as you are for i am as i am and will continue to be
scrub the paint from your eye, smash the mask to your soul
lie naked in my purity and i will bathe you in something real
my green children slash your skin
as barefoot, you go forward in my midst
giggling as you spit curses from dry lips
walk me long and far and your skin would grow raw and not feel this pain
as raw your soul should be to repel all the pain in your plastic world
i am here, i am what is real
my air waltzes to caress your skin
i draw a salted bath to heal your wounds and sing you to sleep as it breaks
in darkness my stars will show you the way
you may abandon your life of meaningless voids and man-made obligation
i offer a desert plateau upon which your body may rest one night
and one day i will sob for you as you soak through and tremble
i will remind you who you really are"
the sky that night was indescribable. i felt such beauty must be sacred. a swirling phenomena of smoldering colour and cloud. i was speechless. in awe. terrified. as though on spiritual ground. i hardly wanted to move, even blink for fear i may never again witness a sight so powerful. my camera mysteriously broke just as the sun began to set and i remember clutching our beers and knowing that not even a picture would ever describe these monstrous visions in the clouds. the colors melting in and around one another and the impending doom of thousands of feet of sillouhetted rock. for the rest of our lives no one would ever know how incredible the scene being painted in our vision was. nature seemed to whisper that this was our little secret tonight.
barely a soul for hundreds of miles. only a few others scattered nearby. all silent. hushed even the caramel skinned children who moments before had been running merrily shouting in a mix of spanish and broken english.
i knew a year and a half ago sitting with scott outside our tent that night, that i would frustrate myself with the words to write about it.
what i saw. entwined with how i felt.
a chill is running up my spine now. to the handful that night lying in the desert sand, it was a true gift. a secret. i surrender my words and in exchange that vision and that feeling forever will remain branded to my soul. and maybe one day i will find it again.
...
this is the last photo i took before my camera broke and the sky exploded:
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wocketsg:
those morning after pics are purty cute hah and I must say you are a beautiful writer its pretty awesome oh and that last picture rawks
oh and that last picture rawks
warning:
Already booked my flight actually. Vegas is right around the corner for me.