Aqui y ahora. here and now. And what have we got?
Bouts of impenetrable contentment.of questions. answered unanswered. moments of clarity of fog. Of extreme beauty and possibility...
..of bravery of spirit. of brevity of experience.
So then...vamos empezar!
in the little car!
with the joints and the music and the views
and our deafening silence of thought.
what should we do?
"Do The Walk of Life.." (then here we go.)
Ladies and Gentleman it is my JOY and my PLEASURE to formally introduce to you:
:::: The Chivalrous Chauvinists::::
{applause applause}
(we pretty much rule)
Rockefeller:
"el flaco" the teacher, the ears, the enthusiast. el me escuche. doesnt taste his own love in the food he makes.
for whom the bell fucking tolls! lover of eating pussy.
"I'm done following my brain for a bit. It only brought me months of inner debate and sleeploss to finally arrive to where I am today: regretting not having listened to my heart 4 months ago. So, I say follow that big heart of yours"
Samson:
the loyalist, the diplomat, the romantic pensive picker...
adverse to Down's Syndrome. ties up lose ends. partial good-byes.THREE ZERO.also lover of pussy.
"In Samson's silence you can hear the wheels turning-the records in the jukebox shuffling and the needle drops on a song a memory-He speaks it- the music plays. Then back to the shuffling. He won't hold his liquor or his nut when he returns from his desert journey."
The Pirate:
the stoic, Profe, passive pro-voc-a-teur, the untamed pony. surrounded by a moat.
tantalizing and vague."knows" women. does a dance. loves acid. loves loving pussy.
Scarlett:
la mujer. the grasshopper. the budding flower. the photo journalist. gift of gab.
is ensconced in her honesty. has a pussy. a gem of one.
Pussy Pussy Pussy Marijuana
In the car on the beach peace and quiet listening to David Byrne and his songs that he wrote JUST FOR US! ("same as it ever was!") with the bota with no clothes with no cares and still with the weight of things pressed upon us..
Naked and free from the cloaks of expectation;
on the precipice of change of life on the edge of the universe,
"spinning on this giant rock out in the universe surrounded by infinity so what the fuck does anything matter anyway?" asks Samson.
talking heads sang to us a warning: "memories caaaan't waaaaait!" they reminded us "the less we say about it the better, we'll make it up as we go along..."
UNDER WHAT PRESSURE?!?!
"PEOPLE ON THE STREETS! EE DA DE DA DE!"
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
So.....all slightly sullen, but stronger for it because these moments were shared. but the moment is already gone. now only a copy of a copy of a copy.......a game of telephone. forever changed from the original version..... although maybe able to last longer this time because it meant so much more.
I know. Another sunset. But it was MORE, you see... so much more.
{This was quite possibly the most peaceful patient sunset i have ever had the joy to witness}
It's calling me back, daring me inviting me, earnestly enticing me enchanting me.
Yo Volvere.
and i thank you.
