from the trough of sloth & other tales

page one.
human compost heap
they sweat & slither all day
in their city maze

you bring the disease
home to umbilical cord,
call it accident

page two.
temperatures hovering around freezing lately, even pre-sunset. i, myself, very familiar with bed & all it entails most hours of the day. this comes about around the same time as the job hunt. this is where the female stealthily roams the maze for a few afternoons here and there, checking maps once in awhile for validity in the midst of an unfamiliar urban environment. she memorizes the location of her prey, and returns to it after preparing a request for its... how you say... partnership. this particular peculiar femammanimal seeks out a partnership involving food and it preparation. dishwashing might also be involved, which she seems willing to do, knowing full-well the benefits of humility in the workforce. in this episode, the female waits in expectation of word from a close-to-home taphouse, or, as they say in the human world, "bar" or "pub". her mating call is weak due to inexperience in the field of food procreation, which adds an element of suspense. if this job does not react to her action, our female might be sent into economic decline as the big city (& previous lifestyle habits) requires much from her pouch. but all is not lost! we see here in her eyes that she enjoys the newness and adventure of her young life in philadelphia. this potential coupled with the rock-solid nature of her surrounding friends and community make it near impossible that she would lose hope. the jobhunt, as they say, is really important for life, but not important for a real life! join us next time, as we bicycle through the uban jungle, explore the hidden caves of disillusioined ghettos, and risk our healthy lives by picking up dirty needles at the neighborhood park! good day, and goodnight.

page three.
"a four-year college helps with roots and nobody hates anybody for leaving and wantering after that because that's what you're supposed to do. living small over a large geography is okay. i don't want to overlook the gifts i have right now. which are a lot and span over time & space. time is real, space is maybe real, and together they hold all that is mine, given, taken, mistaken, and all that will be mine. don't want to midhandel time or overestimate space."

page three and a half.
babies are so fucking sloppy and annoying.

page four.
F.A.P.S. frankford ave pick-up soccer, sundays @ noon.
strong spirit (he knows it)
i <3 fishtown
rumi: rise up nimble and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings
$250

page five.
i won't even try to articulate the thoughts about home, moving, happiness, perception, friends, community, traveling, and productivity i've been having. but i realize it's almost nothing if i don't will it into existence. i mean, this is my imput for now (see: EXISTENTIALISM IS HUMANISM). i went to a bookstore last night to watch a few local folk acts. it was beautiful. digression: i am at a point where i see that revelations are important. solid. there. but how you accept them and interpret them, i.e. with what sort of baggage or strength, is more important. just like 90% of anything is simply showing up. so i'm trying to live now without the victim goggles on. without comparing myself to creative expression i come across, and considering myself under it. progress: so i went to this bookstore and i was listening to the words and the voice the ladies brought to their songs. and watched them handel their instruments. i was reminded of investment and careful concentration on the smallest realms of life. music:genere:style:and then, maybe, you find yourself. that is, of course, the direction of a dive. the momentum of our jump that brings us to that nucleus of creativity. this is all just a picture in my head; i don't know it any of it makes sense or is truth. but i just tried to imagine what it was like for these people, what their journey was like thus far, and what it continues to be. it was encouraging. it was further proof that people pay close particular attention to things that are special to them. that is so endearing about the human race. that is so precious to me. and it's not even that their songs were anything. sound waves, they're gone today. like our memories are natural defense against the fleeting nature of life. but it's the care and energy and time and growth that were poured into last night. anticipation, friends, self. i don't know. it's like the universe is growing me or something.