DaPROJEX

In November '83 I was in Miami.
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LQQQS!
Closer…

I could write a healthy list of people I know who I see when I see this video of Nina performing this Aretha song… so much life here, such an inspiration! That list definitely includes me, ha ha;) If you’re reading this and you know my voice I probably see that greatness I adore in you too!

Reasoned Words of Encouragement

(Source: fatleopard, via randcore)

Every moment a story…
*has

I thought I lost Nina… but Ms. Pouty is the kind that knows how to throw a tantrum. Or I am the kind who can be care free and project. Manny was just holding on to her, while the step turned to dembo playing with me beneath ampd speakers, under lights. That same music brought me down to my knees that night. That beat pulled at my muscles like specified magnets. That pulsing pattern of sound pulled at my nerves, possessing my imagination and letting my spirit pour out. I’ve known freedom. Have you seen Frederick Douglass dancing? I have. I imply he was me. Amidst a circle of natives. Churning with the body black dirt to tar on the desaturated rainbow sands of a city oasis. In a cave of a mountain range in a different Oz. At once the dry winds of a savanah, the amazon at dawn, the rolling plains of change. The plane that sees all seasons. He dances. Seeing through the eyes of his spirit that is a bird. Out of body in the mind. Writhing in that circle of standing, cheering, some somber, all wondering; natives. ..going off.. a mountain cliff requires going up. head crashing and crashing and the shell of an egg wants to release the yolk. See the shell break, in a falling plane?
Then there are loving hands on my breast.
Caring friends reach for me, children chasing butterflies.
Through wet grass blades. I too am wet. I am too wet.
Hot, sweating. So I find myself in the civic club without my pants on because… they are shredding. I thought hey… I can wear shorts instead. Right? Do you like my shorts?

Every moment a story…

*has

I thought I lost Nina… but Ms. Pouty is the kind that knows how to throw a tantrum. Or I am the kind who can be care free and project. Manny was just holding on to her, while the step turned to dembo playing with me beneath ampd speakers, under lights. That same music brought me down to my knees that night. That beat pulled at my muscles like specified magnets. That pulsing pattern of sound pulled at my nerves, possessing my imagination and letting my spirit pour out. I’ve known freedom. Have you seen Frederick Douglass dancing? I have. I imply he was me.

Amidst a circle of natives. Churning with the body black dirt to tar on the desaturated rainbow sands of a city oasis. In a cave of a mountain range in a different Oz. At once the dry winds of a savanah, the amazon at dawn, the rolling plains of change. The plane that sees all seasons. He dances. Seeing through the eyes of his spirit that is a bird. Out of body in the mind. Writhing in that circle of standing, cheering, some somber, all wondering; natives. ..going off.. a mountain cliff requires going up. head crashing and crashing and the shell of an egg wants to release the yolk. See the shell break, in a falling plane?

Then there are loving hands on my breast.

Caring friends reach for me, children chasing butterflies.

Through wet grass blades. I too am wet. I am too wet.

Hot, sweating. So I find myself in the civic club without my pants on because… they are shredding. I thought hey… I can wear shorts instead. Right? Do you like my shorts?

“Nightcrawler with Wolverine tendencies. .”

—   Me
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nakedunderpalmtrees:

Odetta

blackmalemodels:

LCM Day 2: Jeremy Scott for Moschino S/S 2015

Models include: Jake Lockhart, Ibrahim Van Den Berg, David Valensi, Asher Flowers, Glen Abrantes, Rob Evans, Joe Stevens

full bodied silhouettes and sheer, airy, perforated, shiny and soft fabrications

(via empire-of-romyyy)

Jetsom Pennies for Ice Cream

this is the yaoi affair, the 5th grade chase, child’s play I guess… I’d rather watch people who are in love and profess it publicly than run after like Pepe la pew or Urkel, even; static, unrequited. I used to think love was easy to give and worth giving freely but it’s so easy to have expectation and missed connection you just end up with hurt feelings and sore thoughts. It feels like a useless reason to be disoriented and know that the other person seems to prefer remaining under developed in his capacity to care. meh. I need to whine every once in a while. Really though, If I could I would cry if it meant just getting over this interest for good.This is also that rare moment I am going to sort of publicly give a shit. I wish I could know in a finite sense my capacity to care. Maybe I’ll fill a bottle with flotsam or pennies to manage.. and buy a pint of haagen dazs as a consolation. A pint of Rum Raisin in a roasted orange skin to say bye.

To Jonathan G. ‘JøGœ’

Probability
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Personality
Electromagnetism
Atoms and Human Neurobiology

Afro Suavé on Deck

“MIYAKI, ISSEY”

—   I think I’ll do that…