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Luca Mainini

And you can see those seasons we talked so much about

Photo compilation
Sem I: Fresh Meat, Sem II: Brain Puddles

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Loud mouths and wanderers

Seattle:
-Capitol Hill Block Party
-The Hilton Purebred Cat Show (which I will always regret being too cheap for... think of the pictures!)
-The Hilton's Basil Lounge? Or some such name that won't ever matter...
We picked the hotel restaurant to cash in our vouchers, anything for a free meal... right?
The music was decidedly something old people dance to. Grooving with their canes and oxygen tanks, dragging the IV across the floor. The fountain in the middle of the room did little to drown out those tunes. The boys didnt notice, but i couldnt look at her for fear of cracking my oh so convincing bourgeois face. Every time the waiter walked by, my mouth would twitch as Id concentrate on my plate. She began to tell a story, probably trying to put out the absurdity that had eaten us alive while we waited on our free caesar salads. "IT WAS SO FUCKING-" and her hands rushed to her mouth, as all the oldies and all the fancies had to have heard her. She might as well have been Julia Roberts with Aaron as Richard Gere.

Olympia: A city for wanderers.

The scientist keeps the romantic honest,

and the romantic keeps the scientist human.

I don't know where to start. I have this burning urge to do something... a fire in the pit of my chest, pushing forward, forward, forward. Lacking knowledge of the constellations, I blindly head off in any other direction. Not North. More like South East. In the corner.

I miss someone a lot. It's probably the worst feeling that can be felt. Its just funny how I learn the same lesson from different people. Each person forms themselves into you, play doh melting into your boundaries. Forming memories. Missing someone is to be a puzzle that lost a piece to a hungry child. Remembering how that piece felt when it fit so snug, but forced to feel incomplete with it gone.

I rarely give it my all.
You see, I have this terrible habit of disagreeing with time. It's wretchedly ingrained within me; I was raised by kuku clocks. I don't know where I'm supposed to be going (what is forward on this board of life?) so i try to sit real still and have it pass by. But it doesnt. A little warmth before the snow still leads to cold, and the added bitterness of knowing heat in the first place. Never take the sun for granted.

And once it's gone, don't dare forsake the moon light.

REDRUM

Get Hip




I needed a place to put them.

Sick & Twisted

Via Youtube,
Thanks Cinema21.

2 AM PM


Baboons.

I was on your porch...

The smoke sank into my skin
so i came inside to be with you
and we talked all night,
about everything we could imagine
cause come the morning i'll be gone

Its funny, the way people entangle themselves into your life.
Think of flies. They fly around, harmless, with their split vision and different view of the world, buzzing annoyingly at times, so bad youre tempted to get a swatter. They just bumble around and somehow end up in your web. With six legs they touch so many strings. And if youre a big fat gullible spider, youll wind them up tight, and put everything into binding them to your web. An insatiable desire for this little bug that flew in on a warm breeze, will make you eat em up. Theres no getting around it, time will starve you, loneliness will motivate you, and theyre such good little listeners. But then, after your indulgence, you just have an awkward shaped hole in your net. And if you don't go all Charlotte and spin another, all the other flies might just fly on through.

I met with an old friend for the first time in a long time. I already ate him up. Drained so many lessons out of him, wrote a college essay that got me into Bard. I walked up the street Ive spent so much time on, and saw him sitting there, waiting for me at the same cafe we had our first date. (We played scrabble, he wrote suds. i still dont know how it happened). His ears were all sewn up, I was still barely taller than him (he might be the reason i slouch), and everything... was different. Time pulled a fast one on me. With all his shit together, we could enjoy each others company, having purged the self-perpetuating disaster of "us" What Im getting at, is its a wonder how anyone ever moves on.

But if you dont, it would all end. We cant live in tangles.

There are very few people that I cant quite swallow. They keep coming back up. Theyre probably the ones you can learn most from. Theyre always the one that hurt. You cant ever chew it over and just end up choking and coughing and gasping for stable air. Because lets face it, that just happens.
And when it does you have to wait for everything to be put into place. Dont ask me who does it, but it has to be done.

but now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun
even if it's alone