I lay on my air mattress. Deflated.
Rebuilding Modern Man
21st Century Man-Discourse on relationships, music, art, threads, motorcycles, and libations
Rough day at the office
Because you should….
American Rose
Does honesty exist in the world? More specifically does honesty exist between a man and a woman beyond anyone’s first attempt at truthfulness? You give me jeers and side-eyes. You’ve inspired me to write. A compliment that more than likely falls dead on the ears of a woman deafened by today’s male standard. Waste of word? Male….”standard”? The ordinary must exist….But I am beyond the ordinary and would prefer not to be judged against it. Open your eyes. I’m not spinning webs. I’m not calling out for cats. Listen to the words that speak truth. A word ought not be wasted according to my poetic influence, an influence still. I have no tricks, just a trade, and a keen eye for killers and those that fall prey. Let’s put our fingers into each other’s assholes and ask how it went.
RebuildingModernMan
What is next?
I’m at a point where I’m beginning to ask myself what it is I’d like to do with the rest of my life. I have always had this unavoidable desire to pick my things up, leave what I think I know as truth, and begin anew with a fresh perspective. Only recently have I attempted the college scene and I have found it to be quite refreshing. Never before have I experienced such as sense of power. Never before have I had so much control of my mind and my responsibility to consume as much knowledge as possible. I have had doubts in the past regarding how well I might do. Those feelings of doubt shattered by an overwhelming desire to succeed, and then doing so. Now the the initial charge of college courses its way through my consciousness. I feel like I’m ready for something way beyond my comfort zone. The inexorable hunger to get a fresh perspective on life, education, social processes haunts me.
(Source: sex-satanic, via barbiescrotchshot)
BMW shot in Paris, France
A motorcycle functions entirely in accordance with the laws of reason, and a study of the art of motorcycle maintenance is really a miniature study of the art of rationality itself. ~Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
This must be the place…
Dia De Los Muertos Hollywood, California ➔
October 27th, 2012-Be there to celebrate the lives of those who have now passed on
Man’s Struggle….
Am I meant to be alone? How I find sanctuary in solitude. I revel in the opportunity to take in my own breath and exhale in the company of unknown others. I do believe that something inside me is evolving. I idealize blazing my own path, my future. I imagine myself tucked away in a cold damp 1000+ square foot loft in downtown Los Angeles. Who needs that much room to themselves? I get to wear my conduit cut suits and drink carelessly. The pieces of motorbike splayed out in patchwork fashion(only I know what it will look like). When I make a mistake I have no one to admit fault to, to apologize to. I glance at myself as I walk past the mirror on the wall. I’ve still got it. Because I say so. I don’t need assurance, but its nice when I get a flirt from the random LA weekender that strolls into the bar I’ve made my own over the last year, the one with red leather button-down bar stools and cocktail menus written on the backs of cereal box cardboard sheets. They know my order. They also know my choice of liquors. The barmaid I had a one-night stand with, we’ve become friends and she looks out for my “type”, she thinks I need help. Funny the order of things. Fuck then friends. Thats how I make the majority of my female companions. I don’t mind it.
I enjoy being alone, its true. But the quietness of my quarters often clouds the clarity of my thoughts. Often times I’m left to question whether or not I should be so quiet and it distracts me. I’m not a hermit. I am a very affectionate person. It seems very counter-intuitive to live a life of complete muteness. I look for compromise in my friends/companions. Maybe I haven’t found the right ones. I believe my issue isn’t the issue of a hermit or loner, rather the characteristic nature of one who feels genuinely lonely. I didn’t always feel this way. There was a time when I felt complete harmony with another human. I do not believe happiness comes solely through interaction with another human being, rather it is the bane of loneliness. I am completely satisfied being alone, but I can not live happily in loneliness. Through this evolution I’ve learned a valuable lesson. I am an independent person. I enjoy controlling the outcome of my efforts. I like relying on myself. At the same time I enjoy sharing all of these thoughts openly with another person of similar concept. I have yet to find this person.
The pigeon in the Victoria Coach Bus Station is missing a foot.
“I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, IT CAN’T BE HELPED.”
— Frederick Perls
