LA LA Laura

Shots from my time in LA at the start of this month...

Laura in Venice..

my ride

story of my life.

let the sunshine in

Laura and Dick in Venice

hiking.

view

magical.

I think this is soooo funnny.

Laura look at you!

This picture is priceless. had it been the only one i had taken I would have been happy. This hangs on my wall in my bedroom.

I do realize that the verbal content of this post is at the skill level of a child. Please forgive me I am normally quite articulate, but I think I am getting sick and I just had a hot toddy. 

peace, love, and scotch.

a trusim

We say Love but we mean Need. - Sage

Stet

Stet- latin for let it stand. Shown here enjoying the early morning fog at a park. He has a mysterious way of wandering into my thoughts.

Nancy

All you negative nancies out there that wont stop griping about the line up at Coachella this year, will you please shut up.? I don't know what you expect, and I don't see why you seem surprised about the big acts that supposedly indicate some sort of massive sellout on the parts of... someone I guess. Coachella is one of the most pretentious and commercialized music festivals in the history of music festivals. Love it for what it is, green grass, pretty people, and RayBan's as far as the eye can see. And if you don't like it, then don't come. Wait, I haven't even gotten to the part yet where I tell you how incredibly wrong I think you are, and that I could pee my pants over this line up. And, yes this is coming from the girl that posted a John Mayer music video a week or so ago. I will willingly support those that I secretly or not so secretly covet. I am also the first to admit that I know little to nothing about a lot, but I do know what I like when I hear it. I do also know that I will be dancing my face off to Duran Duran and Trampled by Turtles while the rest of you are sticking your noses in the air. I will also be beside myself while watching Lauryn Hill and Damian Marley. Did you not read the fine print? Were you so upset over the appearance of Kings of Leon that you stopped reading all together? Flogging Molly, Scissor Sisters, the Morning Benders, Mumford and Sons, and fucking Kanye. I don't care what you say, I love Kanye. If you don't love him, you clearly haven't watched his movie yet. In which case, go watch it and then come talk to me about him. All in all I hope you get over it and yourself, and come on out with big smiles and flowing hair. I'll see you there, I hope.

Charcoal Portrait

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My apartment smells like cigarettes and it is reminding me of you, but not in a way I would like to be reminded of anyone. Keeps coming through the windows even when they’re closed, just like you. Finding a way in when I was sure I had destroyed all access. Silly you, silly me for thinking there was a way to get away from you. I wear your memory like some haunted effigy on the side of an old building recently condemned. No sense in saving something bent on it’s own demise. No sense in saving much anything at all these days.

I cherish more than anything, more than I ever should… those waking moments between now and never. I dream about you when you’re away and I don’t want to be near you when you’re here. You are constantly elusive to my train of thought, and yet simultaneously all I think about. To be both the protector and the protected of my imagination is so much more than I would ever allow myself to ask of you, and yet here we are still. It’s like the creator put magnets in the both of us and no matter how far I throw you, I always find myself next to you again. Some cruel game of cat and mouse and I can’t see a way out, not that I would take it if there ever were. These times are unfair to all but at least in return I can hold onto your smile and your eyes and the way you look at me. I wish for once, just once you would say what you’re thinking instead of just leaving me in this deafening silence. All I can hear are my own thoughts and the rhythm of your breath when you fall asleep well before me. I don’t know what I want from you and more importantly I don’t know how to ask for it, and I am pretty sure; you have nothing to give anyway.

Dance Dance Dance

Happy Sunday. Dance Your Heart Out. I know I Have.