connecting*the*dots

For my best friend…

(originally uploaded by spotmaticfanatic)

Found in the Mission, San Francisco, CA.

Happy Birthday, babe.

From Wooster Collective:

Yesterday, Nico woke up in his flat in Split Croatia. On his closet door was a map created by his girlfriend, Andrea. The map showed different places for Nico to look as his took his usual route from his apartment to the academy where he studies.

What Nico found was an elaborate love poem done on the streets of Split by Andrea. She had put up stencils, paint, aerosol, collage wheat pastes etc. with last piece reading…. “i love you”.

Simply beautiful.

(originally uploaded by JerryDoughnut)

photo by LarimdaME

The Melting Pot on Battleground isn’t much to write home about; a lot of cash for some melted cheese, Chinese hot pot and some hot fudge drenched dessert… but I’ll take the company any day of the week.

originally uploaded by don pedro: course 98, velocity 40.

A legendary poet and prophet lives on…

(reminder via The Republic of T, "Working Class Hero" personalized video by Don Thrasher)

I tag like a 15 year-old kid in the South Bronx with a box full of Krylons and a yard full of freshly sandblasted cars.

I tag like I just got jumped by a handful of punks who made the mistake of letting me follow them to their trailer park homes adorned with freshly cleaned aluminum siding.

I tag like I get told who I am, what I’m supposed to believe and how I’m supposed to act on a daily basis.

I go all city, hoping that one day, the vehicles I’ve touched get stitched together to form a complete sentence.

I tag because I saw you leave your mark and it was dope.

I tag because I know how to freeze, watch TV and (kinda) avoid the kissing bugs.

I tag because the words I drop in time will find a way to form a cohesive rhyme.

I tag because the world may be getting smaller, but it’s damn sure not coming together.

I tag your name, your spot, your position, your mood, your frame of mind when it’s too hard for you to see it for yourself.

I tag the expected terms of modern constructs.

I tag the post-modern undercurrents of miscellaneous descriptors.

I tag my tags so that when structure is forged out of chaos, you’ll know how to find me.

I tag so that it’s me you won’t be looking for.

When I tag, I’m regurgitating the meal I’ve caught for the chicks in my roost.

When I tag, I feel one with the universe of the collective unconscious.

When I tag, I can see the pillars of control quaking in their foundation.

When I tag, I experience therefore I understand.

When we tag, anything is possible.

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Tag! We’re It! Part II
Tag! We’re It!

our elders are often described as having beautiful souls;
aged with experience…
peppered with struggle…
garnished with the gained and lost love of family and friends.
beautiful souls whose eyes have seen beyond the boundaries,
but have not yet led to expression due to their place in time…
with time being the bottom-line for the struggle;
for the patience;
for the shift;
for the act;
time, the paradigm, encircles itself, hiding its phases of change and evolution.
so beautiful souls have been bound by time…
now, a soulful beauty can be stitched and wrapped within the construct of time itself,
in-tune with the paradigm of the real (of the moment),
more deeply than a beautiful soul might have been at any time in the past…
why?
because she is experience
because she is pepper
because she is the rough of the diamond in the state of carbon,
shimmering without compression or explicit fine-tuning at the cost of humanity
a soulful beauty transcends the constraints of time
like skin on top of skin,
five levels deep.
a timeless beauty.

a longer road to travel to chance the unravel?
more satellites along the way to pass our desires through the fray?

you’ve got a look in your eyes
and with that pull on your cancer stick
it looks to be a struggling compromise
and although my lungs may be tar free
i can imagine your perspective
i can feel your degree
of conviction
of superstition
of contradiction
of mission critical
suspicion…
because on one level or another
it’s in my heart too
my mind goes pragmatic
my heart falls into you…

/and then i sleep/

i roll over to the waves of a deep (dream)
i see your mind begin to creep (away)
i drift past as i make my leap (of faith)
i find the distance is too steep(no more!)
of this bullshit
of this best of all worlds
of this balancing act
my heart needs to be unfurled
you see…
you’re my blistering sun
my full moon from afar
my crisp nights’ air
my shimmering star
i love you more than i can say…
more than i can say…

/sunrise/

6 days away.