*image picked up somewhere in the intarwebz,

i can't remember where*

If I ever get to have a kid, I will teach him/her to memorize a few poems just like how my mom did with me. Look at this cute kid reciting "Litany" by Billy Collins. He's a natural at the performing arts. You can tell by his tone and the way he prolongs certain words. Amazing!

i held out my hand and my heart was in it.

I told you about the fool on the hill,
I tell you man he living there still.
Well here's another place you can be.

- j, p, g and r

a moment of clarity, a succession of new questions. age has taught me so many things and, at the same time, has proven that i don't know any more than my 12-year-old self did. life just gives a lot of examples to prove the thesis statement. yet even the simplest of truths has so many facets that any explanation to dissect the many layers of its meaning is left wanting.

this is what booze looks like under a microscope. almost makes me happily drunk just by looking at it. a simple overused "thank you" understates all the gratitude i feel for all the people who have loved me at one point or another all these 27 years. if not in words or in actions, i hope by some telepathic force or energy transference, i am able to send you back all the love i have received tenfold. life is good, salud!

*more booze photos here.*