Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.

It's hard enough losin' the paper illusion you've hidden inside,
Without the confusion of findin' you're usin' the crutch of the lie
To shelter your pride when you cry.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.

Now you're movin' too slow and wherever you go there's another beside.
It's so hard to say no to yourself and it shows that you're losing inside,
When you step on your pride and you cry.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.

How the hours will bend through the time that you spend till you turn to your eyes,
And you see your best friend looking over the end and you turn to see why,
And he looks in your eyes and he cries.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.






































Stone (the young boy pictured above) led me on an adventure to a 100+ year old cemetery somewhere on the Hamakua coast this past summer. And how appropriate that before we entered these death grounds, we found a tortured bird. I was reminded of how beautiful cemeteries are in Hawaii during a phone conversation the other day (shoutout2root), so I decided to post up these tropical grave yard phone pix. dig. dog. dig. LIVWITDADEAD.
so I was like, fuck it - I'm gonna do what I want to do and then as soon as I started doing that - you know, doing what I want to do - it all just happened. it all happened from there. explosions. sirens going off. tsunamis. earthquakes. fires. all that shit just started to happen, just right after I started to do...what I wanted to do. then after all that, in that bliss of excitement of something uncontrolled, it all floated back down like a cloud. all just sitting on my face and shitting sweet white daises on my cheeks and sunshine's breeze. so, I guess, moral of the story is - I am just gonna do what I want to do, because like yeah - it's kind of cool.

California, thank you for being so good to me these past two weeks. I am blessed to have so much love from coast to coast. It's always nice to step away and come back. I love my friends, my family. Nothing to complain about.

















Benny boy showed me this after a late night boat session. 
I didn't get any inspiration from this book, but it's pretty cool it's similar. 





Can I be the one to hold you down?






















this love never dies
flying with class
"home" at last










I reach out to you with purpose
I reach out to you with love


around in my head
loud in the bed 

RAINA + PHARROAH
"THIS SHOULDN'T BE A MIXTAPE"
The darkness swallowed the room of doom and laughter. The swelling in my head has subsided and this plays and I want to collapse in romance on a vacant floor, in a vacant room, in a vacant house, but by a fire, unleashed and unheard - peace at last. Waves just crashed, and this all hasn't even peaked, nothing has even begun. 


F E E L I N G
(IN BETWEEN)
LIFE +
DEATH = 
P E R F E C T 


 G W A R

















I AM BACK IN CALIFORNIA

-BLISSED OUT-


VISUAL STIMULATION OF LAST NIGHT: 

 







WHAT AM I DOING?

I am a twelve year old boy who only wants to draw monsters.
This monster is named, PEACE SIGN UNIVERSE.
(I)

AM

(I)

HERE

FOR 

YOUR


S   E   X   U   A   L 
 AMUSEMENT

(?/!)





TOUGH LOVE
MARCH 2010

Draped memories of fond bitter hurt
When once, you were in the dirt. Above the grass
Where’d the flowers grow? Those toys weren’t built to last
The stink in my breath, is the stink in my nose
The bone in my hand is from a boy unknown.
Like that boy I once liked, he said “girl, you got it”
I replied, “I got what?” and then he just left, left without telling me what
And you know what?
In the scheme of the darkness, the texture of awakening in the dizzyness of nothing
I can still smell my breath
Deep in my mouth
Around my fingers
You should have caught me before you shut the door,

a kiss on the mouth

is nice

every

once and a while

and there’s that door of beaded hopes, weaved desire, and that violent goodbye
Keeping the same is dragging the dead and you wrote me again,
“Dear girl who I knew would break my heart,
You’re a filthy fucking bitch. I wish I never met you.
I can’t get enough of you. I hate you. Why am I so obsessed with you?
Please write me back.”

And you signed it “- A boy I hope you remember”
And it’s neat, the private and sweet
The generating of glistening tide breaks
A moment takes some time
Time, not enough, not good enough, not long enough,
But, too short, too fast

Break your shadows
Heating warm, a lover – behind – we’re back there at the time
When I didn’t just say that immature thing
Hey. I’m growing, you see?

Cluttered photographs, light image fantastic
And that smell is in my nose 
In my mouth, that smell is tasting my teeth
My gums, my cheeks,
That smell is moving – it’s deep, you scum
Undone, candle light, and skin
Soft skin – scattered all along the floor
All up in, that smell.

Do you smell it now? That smell in my nose,
That smell in my mouth
That smell

Of 

You

In

Me.





someone super chill just shared THIS with me

WORD TO THE WISE 
YOU BETTER RECOGNIZE





when you are sad and washed up alone
just drift on home, just drift home

when you are lost and without 
just walk on home, just walk on home

and home is where I'll hold you 
the swallowing of love will console you
baby, just come on home

against the tides, with the mystic breeze
there is shelter 

just for you and me 

baby, 
just come on home

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WE'RE ALL HEADS
cold beach house = christmas alone


















rest