YPPAH
twenty four years 
shadows, ghosts, and spirits
came, stayed, and left
pure love can come and go
as quickly as the tides
as softly as the breeze
but, you were there with me
and so was he and so was she
we're all just here
echoing in the panic 
but, just relax
it's all here

twenty four years
tangled, twisted, and shifted
memories built on choices
memories built on time
memories built on mind
hair long, skin same
I forget sometimes,
to brush my teeth.
I forget sometimes,
not to kill the magic.
I forget sometimes,
I'm always alone/
I'm never alone.

twenty four years


I am going to keep shining






HARRY NILSSON
KNOW THE MAN/KNOW THE MUSIC






MAX
DOGDICK
HTTP://OCEANSOFMISSOURI.COM/
HTTP://MYSPACE.COM/THEDOGDICK


and a week after our shoot, this came out: SPLICE TODAY
word up.

everyone should watch this:



WE LIVE IN PUBLIC

THANK YOU SIR. 
I LOVE LA.
I LOVE LAPD. 
I WAS JUST MEDITATING, 
DOING KUNDALINI YOGA. 


I AM SO PLEASED TO HAVE FOUND THIS LINK/VIDEO (CLICK "I WANT NO PROBLEMS"). I SAW THIS WHILE I WAS IN SAN DIEGO, WATCHING TMZ WITH CAMDAWG AND OUR MINDS WERE BLOWN. FOR A WHILE WE COULDN'T FIND THIS FOOTAGE, BUT HERE IT IS. THIS IS REAL. THIS IS AMERICA. THESE ARE AMERICANS! 
   Eyes by dbegin
white fluff, potato chips, nirvana water, fast skies, cigarette butts, three layers of nothing, sleepless slumber, boys are bummers, then what? then what? coffee dreams, pent up steam, x-mas lights, you should stay the night, then what? then what? that one. this one. here's one. there's one. annoying black, poop like brown, barf daze, no say, then what? then what? this smile is a frown, maybe on the ground, beach lungs, half flung, rubber band, then what? then what? sound poetry, deadbeat horror, sip the glass, soft lips, then what? then what? empty room, comfort doom, tissue paper, silver tears, manage your fears, then what? then what? reassure the gears, honesty cheers, cracked hands, juicy command, zip and lock, erase your cock, then what? then what? bowls, cups, and plates - freckles manipulate, cold eyes, righteous nose, then what? then what? phone off the hook, don't see me look, strike and un-tuck, chiming weaving feather wear, then what? then what? plastic dolls, pampered punks, down to dunk, wait. I'm drunk. then what? then what?



DREAMS OF CHANNEL FIVE
BY CHARLES MANSON

Set out on the road ran
Set to run through graveyards of man
Set to raise righteous war
Set to complete this endless opening door
Look into vast
Timeless
Lasting forever
Or as long as we can hold the moment

Avenues of church pews
Hold the fears
Look into spirituals
Circles on circles
Some have denied their wheel
Coming around again
Back through

What I feel
Numberless
Slumbering dragons
Leading their prey
Through dreams of channel five




r i d e
PHOTOS BY RITA MINISSI
 

these guys...

UNCLE MUSCLES

I guess having 
a heated blanket 
makes it easier 
to sleep alone...




















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&IMMAGOHARD
&IMMAGOHARD
&IMMAGOHARD
&IMMAGOHARD


I'M GLAD I FINALLY SAW THIS


WISH I WENT TO THIS WHILE I WAS IN L.A.
I feel liberated
I feel satisfied
I feel qualified
I feel like I could multiply


A SEA OF PILLOWS, TWO BOY TEES,
SKINNY IN LEATHER, ALL PUT TOGETHER,
AND
ME.
I'M JUST FINE - LINGERING LIKE A TEEN,
THANKFUL & FORGOTTEN
I WONDER IF HE'S TALKING ABOUT 
ME
OR HIS
SPIRITUALITY
I GET IT NOW
YOU, SEE?
I LIVE IN MY OWN REALITY


---- 
you don't know me
.