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katekaimeiwong — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 12:11:59 +0000

CHECK HERE INSTEAD

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katekaimeiwong — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 05:13:57 +0000

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katekaimeiwong — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 00:43:04 +0000

I tried to remember a time when I didn’t feel as I do now. If I take me today and compare myself with me from yesterday I feel the same. If I take myself from yesterday and think about myself from the day before that there is still no difference. To continue on back more and more for days and days I still don’t make any distinction. Reading over things from a year ago this month however I was different. My text, my language, my commas, my breaths and pauses, all different. Reading over old things from a bit more than a year ago maybe I do see some parallels in inner status, in self, in mind-workings, in withheld breaths.
I might go as far as to say that I am happy with where I am despite day to day thoughts that I think I’m not. I also know that I don’t need to restructure perception. There is an austere sort of hedonism to my life, a self-afflicted austerity that really just stems from a lack. Always coming back to the lack. But I don’t feel the lack in myself anymore more just with my surroundings. There are things to fill the space, the time, the breaths, but the guard is set and I’m too intimidated to break it down. I take it back actually, it’s not austerity but rather it’s withholding. I have to withhold or else gravity will take over and I will fall as he falls over and over again.

katekaimeiwong — Wed, 06 Oct 2010 18:17:39 +0000

“Because gravity overpowers me.”

– Bas Jan Ader

In Search of the Miraculous (A Night in LA)

katekaimeiwong — Wed, 06 Oct 2010 18:10:57 +0000

Bas Jan Ader, 1973. Series of 18 photographs incorporating lyrics from The Coasters’ Searchin’.

katekaimeiwong — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 20:16:17 +0000

Seismic waves of no size at all, really just imagination’s waves that we created in dark’s spaces. Not nubile night, not breaths nor weight, not expected, so nothing but everything from nothing creates.
Backwoods of my mind comes barefoot forward to tell me no trouble’s brewin’. Walking thru those twinkld streets battered by desert dust, a fairy-land, perfect haze dusts over non-existent tropic heat, waves of dreams, green galaxies far away, walking, walking, walking content with nothing in my hands. To dive. I dove from where I was standing in dust-land, thinking I was diving into nothing, not thinking at all, greeted by pit of comfort, hands relax, mind doesn’t. Dummy night soothes factual day and how I love dummy night. Drive into night’s stomach where my eyes, my breath, my tongue, my hair rests easy. Became Rain Man a second time for another reason in another world. Simple and concise. Concise but not so simple.

Never-Seen: Hells Angels, 1965 LIFE Magazine

katekaimeiwong — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 14:29:47 +0000

and the babes:

seeyuhhhhhh

reblogged from fantastic-dl

Monday night

katekaimeiwong — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 03:49:16 +0000

Ah, fuck it.

katekaimeiwong — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 01:17:04 +0000

I got two cats now.

Not so tender

katekaimeiwong — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 18:00:14 +0000

non-sentient creature

nonchalance

not so tender but completely alive.