to the gypsy, that i was

listen to this:

"you relate to the world through smells. oak campfires smell like beach-fires in san diego. incense, car carpt and cigarettes smell like being 18 and in love. drying dog shit, black on green kansas lawn, smells like summertime. water and river brush smells like sumertime in arizona, colorado river. hot buds of weed burning smells like being 15 and sober while your friends laugh and grin, slant eyed and high.
rosewater on bare skin smells like your woman when youre heading home with her form weeks away, apologies made and nothing resolved-nothing is resolved-life is still a big hanging sulk of mystery or futility or repeating patterns or hurt feeling or too much damage done maybe. but youre together again, youre heading home. you are heading home.

my latest favorite writer gets me, he gets what im saying.

there is nothing i can say to perfect this weekend, to write it down wholey, to tell people who arent from there, what it means to be born there, raised there. it is hard to put it all into motion, to tell you all how my friends smells make me crazy, how holding a boy ive known since i was three makes me crazy, makes me happy and whole and warm and safe, how the smell of bon fire is a million nights over the years and how i havent seen linden in five years, since all that shit went down, and when i hold her bird hair close to me, our smells our the same as they were when we were 17 and we both come up laughing, not enough time has passed to make us untouchable, for alex to not be able to bring us together. and thats what he does. he brings us home. he brings us all, thankfully, home.



these videos pretty much explain my life perfectly right now...te quiero todos.

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=528816590483

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=528813865943

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=528799599533