Guy Sargent.

WHAT LIES BENEATH THE SURFACE

an ode to brothers.

"i stood beneath an orange sky with my brother[s] standing by"

life is a drawing board,
crafted for your own creativity
there is no confine to one's own mind,
only the potential to reach one's prime

i feel as if the shackles of conformity have been broken,
in that place or this, there will always be brothers i will dearly miss;
each a soldier in their own, each a king on a separate throne,
without these allies, i know i'd find myself in the unknown

far and near, there and here;
together they are one

learning lessons through common conversation,
nothing like mathematical conversions, but of loyalty and respect;
tattooed to my soul

strive, seek, find
never yield,
as i've said many times before,
my brothers, dear brothers, our lives are knocking at the door

lets go together and conquer the world

- Jesse LeClair, my fuckin' man.

Friday.

"the truth is that fullness of speech can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows, and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars."
-Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

trippy as all hell

i was hanging ten on teh webz, and happened to come upon this puppy. just peachy.

BITCHES!

drop to ya knees!

Good vibes and righteous times

"...and his soul went down, down, down, to a place we laughingly refer to as hell, but none of us will ever go there, because we're all far too groovy."

non-aqueous rain