chapter something, i, ii, iii

 everything around the house ready for sleep. this is the calm of the storm. i made it

another day down while also worrying too much about the end of days. the end of time.

i do not just want to see it all as just another day down. i do not think it is that, but simply

the idea that i do not have to do anything else now. but breathe. i could write a list

of everything i've done from yesterday to now. something about making lunches, doing homework

getting through every road and way and direction to every spot i needed to be. teaching (that could

be a whole other thing that requires sometimes the drinking and writing) and each task

and problem along the way solved. to reach that day down check mark. its doable. it happens.

i've watched the various instruments we interact with report various numbers that indicate 

some kind of statistic, dollar spent, or moment counted. it all happened to here. to the 

kind of lighting a house knows right before its fully shut off, right before. thinking,

hey, i can order a coffee right before i have to be somewhere, and watching the

clock just keep ticking; i messed up, i messed up, that could / can / like a moldy smell

problem that you don't even know where to start with starts. but its night still.

don't let our minds runaway from us. the kitchen still bright;

it is possible that a final snack could be required. some last dish stored from sink to dishwasher,

or not, depends on the dish and type. what about the floor. on a day like this, weeks of tired,

do i even bother with the Sisyphean task of cleaning the floor. almost nobody even home the 

entire day, so its still pretty clean right? right?.

when the wind stops, when the night is the sounds of cars moving almost ethereal in the dark only lit

by momentary flashes of street lights; i summon the tranquil nature of a brilliantly beautiful part

of my core i can run so fast to, so utterly peaceful and open. like eyes squinted in ever present

wonder. the outline of all the plants in darkness its a silhouette. same as the sleepers, and all the furniture

once those lights do shut. you always wonder, did i do right? was it a day well spent? am on the right 

track. what moments of glory do we strive for to not even wonder. to know we are the hero and

we were truth incarnate. we choose wisely, not poorly. what dreams we have as winners winning.

do not eat late at night. it will ruin everything tomorrow.

good night amigos,

julian 

galactic sympathies

 im so lost in my thoughts in

The musing of my this universe

And walking along the river of stars

I hear you, all of you and us, and i know you

Because we have always been the same

In that moment of explosive force

As all the particles of creation are ejected

From the stellar wish of life and substance

Being true, i know you and understand

Imagine a concept of the seasons

And all that we share, the discovery 

rapture! 

I promise i promise believe me so we 

Move forward to the phase of trust.

We are not enemies, enemy, we are not

Even in your hatred at some point hearts

mirrored in their beating. 60 seconds,

Rotate this circumfrence

Celestial cruising. 

I do not care about your failure

And embrace it, we all struggle and we all

hurt someway, it happens and together

in any instant of emotion are bound

by forces beyond control. No control

None whatsoever, i goosebump, from lack

of. Hold me any

body and let me know your warmth, even

if from a smile, or a simultaneous sigh.

I hear the sound of memory calling

I hear the ghosts of loved ones say my

Name. my god this moment

Could i save it eternal naly.

I surrender. Take thy bounty, it is yours

It wont matter dont you feel it?

All the same.

All the same loser

All the same hero

All the same victim of circumstance

Rounding errors

All that chance

How long was it before winning was

The soundtrack.

Cactus prick on finger soft

Deepness incoming.

 

 

big time matchups

 all the push to open

the seam in escorted bullish

blasts. Up the middle 

short tight motions

but not quite enough

before the beatdown.

Wheres the signal

Ring of the whistle

Where was down

In all that pile.

Eyes all glued to the fiercest

waiting and pause.

Cant stop the goaline

From being the finishline

So many cheers, loud

congratulations! 

ceo capital

 the ideal winner

the one on top

in the big chair

promising everything.

Heard first

through the ear

never once not. 

flying so high

in the bathroom stall

one eye turned to the toilet bottom

 gross bro, in those shoes, here. Bump

what victory brings:

monster weeks

private lending

yachty bill pays

invitation hoards

luminous kind beings

that volume levels knob 

ALL THE WAY UP.

She rolls over

beautiful. In your ear

hair below her waist naked

Eagle tango operator.

How does it feel champion?.

She dazzles your pathways.

In the morning, on the way,

as you tread, clutchin thumbs up crazy 

Signature on the line reads,

success, made it, smi.

truly 

3 Star Names

 The Dried Squid

Tail and Claw

Long Last Letter

Troubled Soul

Tableaux

Cul du Fe

Dear Emperor

Humor y Homage

The Quiet Spot

Eagle.x.Cell

The Fearful Pancake

Di Vine

El Fuego Lindo (first kiss, smokey eye / smokey light, they had cocktails in those glasses, remember? And that dress, who could ever forget, the candles, your smile, caught your hand in mine and feeling, going. Yeah)

- late august, monsoons, 

It smells like summers end

hidden inside, and all the spetacular

sights sounds flavors of dusk

on the pallete, splatch of red blo... 

the fastest pinwheel ever to spin. 

explorers club

 Five frames:

Rectangles, stretched tight, 

Debate, i think painted sides to match

the internal painted frame of each panel.

But maybe clean w/ tacks showing.

First, silho female, lashes / sparkle, 

*some internal images with rough / texture

on white.

Second, ocean / reef around the sides.

Pink coral

Third, sky and flock of seagulls

*used carved wood for shape imprint.

Fourth, castle island (is castle portuguese 

or a zigg?)

*emblems / awards / medals / honors in

tiny places.

 Fifth, exotic plants and flat landscape

Colors of note: gold, brown, sea blue, greens, touches of pink, white birds, the ocean, avoid black red unless.maybe one with red border could be good.

Dynamic in each panel in the color frame.

Title (revenge and convalescence) 

Make sure the entire thing feels like you were there. 

 

The Invitation & Interview

 as they arrive

a flourish of colors

the banners of families

the rich tapestry of fashion

while the dogs watch anxiously

from corners of the estate.

A man stares intently talking

remarking on the calmness in the eyes.

some factions pat their bellies

while others tell me histories

of where ancestry has begun.

Later in my freedom

as only the head closes her book gently

has my sword been respected

a victor on the mound.

I do not cry foul weather

For the summons curious had i come,

had i known the wager firstly

better shoes would i worn.

The arrogant suffer chasms

Pinstripes stained in blood,

Do not test me lightly

Bells always ring in doom.