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There are so many wood beetles that rattle in my bones. Insanity wanes and I want for political fist fights and riots over diets. For bra-less women feminists and brother who know how to dance.
I want rain forests and the movement of the leaf-cutter ants. I drink, like a vampire for blood, the words Taren Moroun writes. I lap, like a dog, photographs of dense jungles or macaws in trees beds.
A contradiction life, a juxtaposition.
for I am surrounded by unbelieving activists and inactive believers. Some people just end up trying to save individual souls from their sins and other end up trying to save the world from the ‘system.’ Give me a hair tie and a pin and let me stitch them together with glue. We need both of you.

“A Kiss is the Beginning of Cannibalism”

Adventurous Proud Braveheart, strong and courageous

“Sometimes I read a sentence over and over, just to feel the words unfold inside my mouth. Each syllable shivers into life and my mind draws the canvas and brushes together a skewed sketch of the passage. And then I find myself reading faster and faster until I am rolling down a hill towards a thundering river that pulls my feet into it. Sometimes, I find myself so deep inside of someone else’s words, someone else’s illusion, that I forget what is real and what is not. The world disintegrates and becomes an echo. It becomes a shard of sensation, only a gleam of truth remains. And that small truth, I hold in my hands, hoping I will never turn the last page.”

—   someone else

“Sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too empty and sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too full.”

—   Yasmin Mogahed

(Source: revolutionizethesoul, via fuckyealiz)

I will be a Guerilla

I will be a gorilla. A gorilla gardener, a gorilla moma, bike rider. Oh the lovely things.

I want a life of tiny hauses and dumpster diving and welding tall bikes. Not because its a ‘trendsetting’ thing to do but because its simple and I find so much pleasure in it. So much explosive potential within.

excellent rescources, click ClickClackGorilla 

…maybe I’ll  just curel up and hibernate until my life gets better. Can’t wait. Bolderdah! Start creating the progression this day. Cease the day!

Its a graffiti and ladders kind of day, exploring half demolished buildings and constructing new memories.

wood-wool:

I took a 7 week coast to coast road trip after being laid off from Boeing. I didn’t have a camper but realized that being able to pull off the road at a rest or truck stop was the way to go to make the trip affordable. With a few sheets of 1/2” plywood and misc. hardware this is what I came up with. The effort was well worth the time and materials.

One day

(via ameliepoutine)

Ode to:

Ode: to that person over there with black curly hair, brown skin, a faded shirt and no shoes, sitting amongst sorority girls, a boy in nervous puberty and three children with lolly pops.

I love you

Like a cactus among daisies

You poke up black as a tumb

Unsure. Dispained. Out side of your city

And the land who did make you

Amuck in a city of smucks…no

I’m sure their something good, like bitting past

The pit of peaches

But truth is, companero

You’re a hawk and their all falcons

Your black and they’re shades of grey

You are distinct and they are deterred 

You are silent and they chatter on

Jump The Tracks

“There is a difference between fighting the system and choosing to explore new paths outside the system. Everyone should jump tracks; not with militancy. Not with black arm bands around your arm, just say what you’re against, but with a resolve.”

Written by this guy called Bob Goff. He made his office on the Tom Sawyer Island at Disney land and rambles into the garden in his jamies to pick roses for his sleeping wife.