hey, coffee eyes

MIKE FAULK, I'LL KILL YA, TO THE REST, FUCK YALL.

since late june of last year, i've been conducting an 8000 mile serious monogamous relationship with a really special lady in Australia. we were amazing friends, lovers, art-collaborators, composers of music, teachers and pupils to one another. she spent 2 months in the states, i spent 2 months in Australia. i had a persistent vision of "US" being able to keep our relationship up, working, saving, visiting. i saw a huge potential in the intertwining of our lives. some things can't last, which is a total bummer. we both have so much shit going on, so many projects on our plates, that waiting on that email, or phone call, or chat sesh, waiting and planning and placing so much significance on that kind of interaction was really too much to deal with. we adore each other. i think she is the best person i know on this planet. but a whole ocean separates us, and time and distance, while in the past, we took them to task, won out. we're wonderful magical friends, and thats true while we are lovers or not, and i'm determined not to let my world shrink, and not to forget that part of my life that i cut off and kept in another country. i hope we can be in each others lives in a way that is just as meaningful. my heart still flushes counterclockwise.

a decade of a lot of things, but mostly the time i met the people whom i love today. all of my friends are amazing and i am in love with each one of you for your faults and yr qualities and for yr being alive. and to the ones who aren't alive anymore, well, the tralfamadorians and i say otherwise. i'm in love with everyone and everything they've ever done.

yo, I'm in Daphne, anyone going to BFF tonight at Sluggo's? i would love to tag along!

please get in touch!

KHAAAAAAAAAN!

ready to not have a job indefinitely. tired of heroes being bullshit. about 1/4 of this last episode was good. i just wanna make things and meet people and give out free kisses. possiblities. clearing out this room for the subletters this week. must work on my ET/ALF hard chilling drawing. blowing off my last week of work slash giving zero fux. attic sleepovers, nothing but kale chips, root beer floats and mad bike rides. free samples at the farmers' market. asian mall candy tasting. they'll pierce yr ears for 5 bucks in oakland chinatown. their crosswalks are diagonal so watch yr back. the punx the punx the punx, yall. next time i take a trip, itll be by train.

Sublet my room in lovely South Berkeley! Jan 1st through April 1 (or any span of time between!)

12 X 9 ft room (108 sq ft/864 cubic ft of volume!) in a 4 bedroom/2 bath HOUSE w/ HUUUGE common area. Bookshelf, roomy closet, comfy loveseat, double bed, clothesdrawers, tv, playstation 2. possibly drums & a bass rig for yr pleasure. The room is painted in the colors of X-Men archnemesis Magneto with a window facing the West for those picturesque Bay Area sunsets!

Giant backyard w lemon tree/fig tree & rose bushes! Workspace for screening & other art too! Back deck for lounging. Perfect for BBQs, rad get-togethers & sometimes bands! Veggie/Vegan friendly roomies!

Located at 1638 Prince Street, 2 block from Ashby BART station & walking distance from Berkeley Bowl & Whole Foods! Simply one BART stop from the heart of Downtown Berkeley, 2 from Downtown Oakland & about a 20 min train ride to San Francisco! Amazing bakeries, cafes & DIY movie rentals in the neighborhood!

Come live with my three rad housemates! They are artists, musicians & tarot card readers who are easy to talk to and who love to play board games & throw dinner parties! There is one friendly-ass cat who is mostly outside sleeping all the time.

Looking to break into the mysterious Bay Area life scebe? Then this is the room for you!

Your room!











Living Room!



Kitchen!



Backyard





$500/month + utilities (no more than 40-80 dollars/mo)! No flakies, please!

get in touch here, or geeareohdoubleyou@gmail.com or 251 648 8795!

my roommate did this video for deerhoof a few months back. this features chips ahoy cookies, and found clothing while jobless. feat rob barber, steve touchstone, a dog, myself, a picture of joey mansfield & san francisco hot spots.

Deerhoof - 'Offend Maggie' on Urban Outfitters blog

menos:
* 10+ hour days
* opening and closing the store
* lording over a kingdom of 18 yr old girl employees
* work in general
* suspended license + tickets
* i miss my closest friends
* other stuff
* missing my passenger side mirror

plus:
* cute girls calling
* boatloads of cash
* GOOD mag gig for boatloads of cash
* maybe starting a cute 2-boy band
* maybe starting a cute 3-boy band
* joey just fixed the xbox 360 (marvel superheroes forever)

feel free to list anything else i may have forgotten.

strange to think of you now. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz thought dreamt saw you on the BART today. maybe you were a little girl, 3 years old, eyes gushing in wonder of yr new Brooklyn settlement. consider; yr breath, the same i saw extinguished fifty-two years later, fifty-two years after birth under satellites. "Arecibo, mi querida!" A dish, wide & white, a voice to the stars, an iron lung, receptacle of the mouth of G-d. The breath, the ignition of our golem bodies. Mouth to mouth, the air feeds the flame in our hearts. What makes a heart heavy? Molecules. Even in G-d's breath, heavy water propagates. Cells won't divide. Sterility, in it's own turn, reigns. Is our hair our strength, our measure of life? Chaya?Eve? Evenings? strong, though, without hair. taken in mourning, but your parents live, even as you do not. Promises made to take my own, never thinking, never thinking. Now, my unshorn face, my seven-month shiva, a suffering in reverse. Nameless wonders, forever mayyy eleventh, the last mothers' day. three in the afternoon, yr lungs dried up and heart sputtered out. sunday vs sunday, i was born, and you died. a string, a twine, quantum justice threaded through a needle of mistletoe. loved by all. 'Naydamar, mi querida!', i would cry. but there is yr joy in all of yr babies. a teacup filled with water, smashed, water tracing the spaces between linoleum tiles. its that easy. the ashes we sang and cried into couldn't weigh you down. no box of marble could hold you. al norte, al sur, al este y al oeste, i'll not contain you. yr name is now secret, let earthly fetishes bind you no more. death, thy phantoms are finally stayed. only space b e t w e e n b r e a t h s s s s.