forecast: sunny with a chance of beat balls

forecast: rain

its allthere.. just look...all the distortion or harmony you desire..right in front of you.....
all the sights you want to see...
perfect spinning barrels
perfect happy smiles
perfect vomiting drunks.
all perfectly belonging to your eyes.
we could use a visual bleach...a saturated fat filled with the need for isolation.
people on quests for life, starting at death..then moving forth.

when the world feels like it's ending...arcade fire will set you free.

the quest for our depths

im embarrased by what i see..not what i can be

i bought a surftech to erode the california coastline

When kooks attack

Today I kooked out and my  beloved skateboard got run over by a car.

I am shattered..after 2 years...and countless hills and miles...



Splintered into the wind
im going to miss you so
and the feeling of leaning
into a good turn
we had such a good run 
from ducking under cars trees and chains
to being thrown down in anger and disgust
ive conquered san diegos finest and
been a terrified deer in the headlights
miles and miles on the wheels
and each and every screw.
locomotive joy, sheer  good fun
now you lay in pieces , grateful and tired
im sorry for throwing you
im sorry for getting you run over
until next time my four wheeled friend.

Love Bus

Hi pretty lady.
There is tremendous natural
beauty in your stillness
no stranger has ever kept such
a mona lisa smile
im sure you could tell me
some good stories

take me by the hand
and ill cancel what im doing
to follow where you lead

lips pressed firmly against one another
as familiarity overtakes searching hands
and desire drips sweat down the walls.

I don't know you
but i'd like to
fragile beauty sporting laconic authority
don't mind me on my knees
or my head between your legs

you are beautiful
and id like to show you that
if only by this
small piece of paper

An advertisers dream campaign....

content

the
waves
were
good
today
i
surfed
with
my
family
and
it
was
epic

The Sandwhich Islands

a breeze carries me back to tranquility, reminding me of the possibility
im not the only one who longs to return to such islands
my isolationism is showing
its bleeding out of me like the childish haunts
that follow me today
no use to imaginary scenes, except to fuel internal fires of returning
no use in hiding the plain sights
except to experience taste.
i never wanted to leave, but i was looking for my eraser.
the traveling ideas made  homes in the middle of the sea
but since you left, i was granted an invitation
a beautiful picture with a story to be told
love, loss, sharing and greed.
beauty prevailing through human hurdles.
effortlessly remaining
continually pushing back and reminding of the score.