Showing posts with label La Tuya. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Tuya. Show all posts

25 May 2011

My Good Side (Right, Left Side, + Fro)



Left Eye Lopez is kinda cute, as I had always SUSPECTED. No no no, me whole, me whole. I learned of these two sides a long time ago. Not much you can do there. I know that when I'm 80-100 years old these sides will be magnified, as much is when you're older (and the opposite); it's gonna be a shit show. They draw the fish sign as two fishes swimming in opposite directions b/c that is what much of life feels like, pulls upward and downward, polar opposites, yes/no, black/white, ecstatic/devastated, social butterfly/callejera, respectful/anti, etc. They say the two fishes are earnest and magical, fiercely loyal and trustworthy, good listeners, thoughtful. There are two I guess because when one gets tired of over-extending the other fish lifts a big middle finger and goes in the opposite direction; a flash in the pan, mercurial, silver, gone. I know a few people with perfectly symmetrical faces. It means the lens likes them; possessing less disturbing dimensions, etc. I could never cut cookies, no this couldn't...

21 May 2011

cien años de mala suerte

queria romper todo, pe.ro.de.to.do....so i did; particularly that which had been considered luckiest.

20 May 2011

verde que te vi

crespita

para ovet dario uribe, de medellin, colombia. un hijue, but, finders keepers.

29 January 2011

la tuya in the booth - san pancho - dos mil ocho

i don't know when i will return to mission street or to any of its side streets to live, or if i will. i guess i knew that then, walking to, and walking from, and on saturday i always expected the same thing - i expected to see the same things, i expected to smell and hear the same things, i knew what i would do before i would do it, i knew it all and i still always wanted the same thing, and i wondered how long it would take until the streets ceased reminding me and would instead begin to be mine, new, now / then, the sun over there made perfect sense; it had its own hue and tone; attitude, as did the wind and the greyish rain and the sea salt residue; the palm trees swayed, keeping time, while i could not.