10:54 PM EST
I’m gonna stop blowing off my friends when they want to do stuff. Sometimes it’s not that bad.
11:22 PM EST
cyanyde replied to your photo: My sister, Wohda - the Dead Sea (Jordan). She’s…
Weren’t you supposed to have swimming lessons this summer?
Yes … and that worked out well, didn’t it?!?!?!?
#1442
7:49 PM EST
a message from cyanyde
And you would be right. I often stink :p
5:03 PM EST
What American Street Artists Can Learn from Egyptian Graffiti
While as illegal markings on walls, graffiti is by nature political, the Egyptian works are explicitly so, as there is no debate over subject: The subject is, must be, political resistance. Egyptian artists are then creating graffiti and street art within a sort of contextual constraint, which forces one to be more precise and creative (the way a poet working within the structure of sonnet or haiku must be).
(thanks for the heads up, Cydney!)
Tu Eres
Tu eres la estrella mas brillante en el cielo. Corazon, tu eres el aire que respiro y un suspiro en mi corazon. Y es por eso que tu eres todo mi amor.
Waking up in a strange bed is always an oddly familiar experience. Disorientation. Gathering bearings and scattered clothes as you wait for the pieces of who, what, how and the hangover to fall into place. Good morning. Small talk. Light steps around weighted words of “we” past, present and future. Maybe you’ve gotten a little better at the tiny phrases, your laugh more genuine, your fight/flight reflexes calmed or maybe you’ve just gotten a little older since the last time but it’s still the same old song-and-dance.
“Hey want to grab breakfast?” he asked as you button your sweater and pull on the slouchy paint speckled boots. “I know great vegan place. They have some pretty good breakfast sandwiches.”
9:30 am Brooklyn looks good on a Monday when you’re 23 and still riding high off a good night with nowhere to go but your big bed in your little bat cave apartment. The only thing that can make it better is remembering that Rebel Rebel has been recently dug out of the recesses of your music library to be used on occasions like these.
Rebel Rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
