time to put the crown home.

I woke up with a hangover for the third night in a row:

free drinks,

free blow,

exposed breasts and the eiffel tower

it’d be nice to hold on, onto the power for once

to make it out of bed before nine.

three night shifts:

shoe shine each afternoon

use the force to open the automatic doors,

shielding my shameless reflection by the ‘enter’ sticker

no carb diet, cause the suit’s got to fit

they filled the cups with skittles,

i specifically said just green.

my hands hadn’t been shaking this much since

i was aboard the porcelaine spaceship

don’t they know how important it is to separate the colors....?

there are condom wrappers

from last night’s after show activities, who knew?

i still had the juice,

i invented the fuckin’ juice.

my hips felt out of alignment

squinting without any sense of direction,

my butt cheeks quivered and the sense of power

scampered around the rest of my torso.

smiling faces,

young women; old men

honeymooners who won’t

last long enough to wash their sheets.

keep gawking,

keep fucking your secretary,

keep telling your wife you miss her, that you’ll get another calling card soon

keep telling your son lies

keep driving the car you don’t own

wipe that smile off your face, i’ve seen your kind here before

so

i recommend you get comfortable;

get out your spreadsheets and take a lesson from the king.

the 80's are back

The SurfExpo is full of some full on kooks, but in the spare room which looked like an airplane hanger was a time portal, dated to transport you to the 1980's. Dead center in the middle of the room was a perfect vert ramp, looking like something directly out of one of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater video games.

A big thanks to the SPoT guys for letting me tag along on this adventure and watch an awesome contest where the people who entered were having fun for a change. I'd also like to thank Holmes for giving everyone in the crowd a taste of his lap dance skills. P.S. : Mike Frazier is still better than any pro out when it comes to lip tricks and power.

what i should have told you...

end of December, 2010

*Kodak Portra 400, Nikon One Touch 90

-lowt

thoughts over the Carolinas.

i could be broadcasting this to you from anywhere in the world, i'd rather be broadcasting from the gulf coast of Florida, knee deep in sea weeds rather than ankle deep in snow, but the homeland is not far out of reach. holding onto the sea is not a healthy activity, it will drive one to the brink of madness. you heard what happened to the man who lived by the tides, no? at least that's what i thought until the door of a red honda civic shut and locked.

making the bed and erasing any evidence i'd been there at all, i packed up and left a note on the table before locking the door behind me. six days felt like fifteen and my legs weren't ready for the cold they'd fleed from. somethings will make themselves known to a person after a couple days with soft sand between their toes.

as for the point i am beating around the bush trying to make: sometimes the human heart can take the shape of an orange, fall on fake cement, and wake up with condensation on the windows on a guest room in Ybor City. it is a hard concept to grasp, let alone practice: being in two places at one time, but the air and sea can make it happen if you use their messages the right way*

he's on the right track:

see you in seat 13A bright and early......

lowt

dreams of missing teeth
cotton sheets and open blinds
with dry skin and the heat of my own trailing mind

but then your foot hits my leg
yes, the right foot to my left calf muscle,
that third toe with the nail you always forget to clip,
that's the one that ended my state.
it couldn't be helped, but naturally i woke up,
had had enough of these dreams and mental pulls
to depart
withdraw
be gone
and finally
......... 6:08 a.m., some distant day around august.





-here's to dry skin,

lowt

if you happened to look up.

it helps to look at the sky every now and then. this won't be around for another ninety years or something on that lengthy scale, so count those blessings and eat some fiber if the first round was missed.




sincerely,
lowt

sleepovers and chemical fingers.

'Time Travel: part 1', hopefully will get a chance to scan the negatives to give some more detail. Stories upon stories are encased in these frames.

sometimes sleeping on a couch in a cold room with nothing but fluorescent lights and a sleeping bag can teach you a lot. not saying i recommend it, but it did wonders for me.


hope you've found some passion or reinvented one you may have forgotten about.


sincerely yours,

-lowt