im pretty pumped about my life right now, as in the immediate ... right now,
and the hour that will follow. i will finish this post, and my cigarette, wash my hands, pick up my little monster of the belly sort, bring him to the bedroom, and then create a row of spoons, me being the biggest,
my lady in the middle, and then the little man on the end,
somewhere im sure , hunny bear will enter the equation.
at this point, a festival of the cuddle variety will begin.
this is how i end each and every day,
there is surely an argument for this making me the luckiest man on the face of the planet.
each morning i rise to the sight of this woman and child, they make my life whole,
rather than burden the reader with details of my gratitude, i will simply state that i am blessed,
i am aware of this.....
i contend that there is no epic tale of passion and love that may emulate this gift. if it is to come, i am to be its author.
with the does and donts of my morning there is a simple activity i complete without fail, and will ask you the reader to follow suit.....
somewhere between brushing my teeth, watering the plants, and looking for my keys i find a piece of paper, whether it be the back of an envelope, or a paper towel,
and i write,
i write a note to my mrs, and to my child,
i write a note thanking them for their love,
i write a note to remind them that i appreciate each and every smile they bring to my day,
i write a note to let them know that no matter how late i will get home,no matter how terrible the day,no matter what obstacles it may bring, i will return to them .

and most importantly ,that this is my one and only desire...that i do return to them, bringing every ounce of gratitude and thanks that left with me in the morning.
i sign it with my love, and leave to meet the day.

find yourself a pen, it is capable of many things.
mine captures moments i might not ever meet again, but most importantly it lets my love know that out of sight is not out of mind


my inspiration for today is eleven pounds thirteen ounces, and making a queen size bed feel like a twin

this domepiece comes with optics. fluid lenses,constantly collecting data of the dope that is my sapling. the seed has been spread, on your face?, not this time nukkas. the seed has fashioned itself a swaddling little monster of the belly style.

boobie milk has reached the belly, and finally found its home in my beard, via the righteous workings of the little wonder i call a son. thats right son, a son

my bundle of cosmic karma expresses himself with the spit stylings of raucous rabble-rousers, way deep into westward expansion,

some cosmic gold seekers, they inhabit my child and cause him to use my face as a spittoon. (google didnt even correct that shit)

i make sure to keep my head up when its time for the nappy swap, the little dude has some range when it comes to number two time. and that he do do.

yeah cosmic, do dah dipity, and real damned intense if you ask me. entering the ranks of beard wielding super troopers called dad has done me quite well these past months.

we call him eight weeks now.

little me is super official, his shit is trill, and by shit, i mean his scene, and by scene, i mean his surroundings of the immediate style. momma has some ever expanding glands of the mammary fashion. poppa is trim slim, and looking to battle down some serious cuddle monsters.

like never ever (yes in the outkast sense) before, my way of the milky variety has a center, he calls himself llewellyn, and he doesnt take kindly to lew.

whether im serenading him with a cappella metallica, or deep diving in the do do buttery goodness that inhabits his lower abdominal area,

i must be true, the little man is a life changing,

everyday,

whether text,or mail,or call,or knock... to contact me of the tech type is second seat to the fresh hype.

little man rules the roost, class is in session and soapy spongepiece in my sapling is soaking it up.

love life my duders, it will most certainly not be there forever, start your affair now

i am without question ,in love.

now, i will speak to the people of the year 2000...

to you, my mister.(and any fellow with a bit of sense ).. if you come across a woman with even half the strength and beauty of your mother.... hold her tight, treat her right, and remind her each and every day that she is the reason the sun rises for you.

to my mrs... it would take a lifetime of hallmark moments to even begin to parallel that really squishy ,gay feeling you put in my heart. i will thank you , now, and every day i am able to rise by your side

my inspiration for today is the smile on my face, made possible in part by the aforementioned seed, and surprise visits from eastern friends.

word, p.s. i also gripped and ripped a bike, its a fixie, and will soon be fixed

a whole day at the compound with the mrs, and little mister.

looking forward to a time when were a little further outside of society, having conversations about moving slowly off the grid. a little land, a little man, and a big future. i cant say were asking for much. we want to teach our little boy the right way to do things.... and even the basic idea of doing things. i think its fucking sad that something as simple as changing your own oil,or mowing your own lawn has been completely wiped away in almost a single generation. all lost to convenience.

theres a bit to be said for the convenience of modern living, but i do believe theres far more to be said for self sufficiency. theres a great satisfaction that comes with knowing you are capable of providing for your family.

i am finding that task rather difficult at the moment, ive been a bit duped by the promise of comfort and luxury, at the cost of knowledge. this is something that will most assuredly change drastically over the next couple years. it is a horrible ,suffocating feeling, thinking that you cannot provide the type of life that you wish for your child.

and im not talking about anything lavish here, im talking about necessities. i cannot remember a time in my adult life that i have been this poor. as well, i cannot think of a time that i have ever been happier. sacrifices i suppose.

there is nothing worth more to me than the welfare of my mrs and child. this will continue to remain my focus in the coming months. i suppose im just pondering the difficulty of possession. and im making conscious efforts to possess less tangible items. this is something i will surely stress to my little boy, or as i like to call him, "the belly monster", or the "be ba", or "baby man"

and to my mrs, to whom i am reading this aloud, you are my life,my love, the reason i rise and fall with every day, it is to you that i owe a debt , the debt of gratitude for bringing to my life the wonder of my little boy.

and to you the reader, hold precious the love in your life, it is something of incalculable value, that i do hope you realize a lot earlier in life than i have.

my inspiration for today is wasted time, and the butterflies that come with the kiss of a beautiful woman

this will never pass

you think somewhere, somehow, that its possible.... but it will undoubtedly never happen to you. well it has indeed happened to me. i know a love so strong, for a woman, and my child, that it will most certainly never see a rival. for this, all my gratitude, and all my thanks.

today my inspiration is late night infomercials from horrible local tattoo studios, and knowing that i am capable of far more than i have ever given myself credit for.

the warm around my neck

there is no crushing fury of snow, no great labour of the morning. there is life, love, happiness, and the pursuit of great big little things to come.

the days treat me well, i cant argue, i put all my eggs in one basket, and they made it across the country safely.

im not saying some hard times arent in the midst, come on now, poppa's gotta hustle a little pussy for the sake of a dime, and he will.

so i hustle, or at least i try.

its something ive never quite caught onto though, i mean, ive always scraped by, and i always will, somehow. but homeboy just doesnt get down with the shameless self promotion needed to get the daily dough cruising through the door.

todays inspiration is having a neck warmed with knit love, and the uncanny ability to make a dollar out of 18 cents.

thats where i am, 18 cents, an odd little number with a long way to go, not quite sure if hes gonna get there, but damned sure hell be worth a helluva lot more when hes done.

maybe im a hater, maybe i just dont get down with the cool kids getdown. im content being a little fish with the god damned pimpest pond this side of the mighty Mississippi.

so yeah, theres that.

as a bit of an aside ive been going for decompression therapy for my back , which really isnt working, just sort of stretching out the itty bits that make me twitch, so there are injections, and surgery on the horizon, way to make dope so much doper.

anyway, my little knife and i are whittling a nitch in the center of texas, planting seeds,picking up puppy shit, and feeling all around , a little less oppressed by the man.

findings yo, and thats just my neck

three is the magic number

33, on the 13th, son. take a hearty bite cause its friday, and that, goes to 11. a day for celebration worldwide. the day of venus, 13 motherfuckers at the table, you see now?

spellcheck once again mocks me.

today is the day i separate myself, just a little more from the pots and pans. take a nice look at what was, and will be.

is , is not an option.

perpetual motion.

this day, i gift myself a simple life, folk life. the idea might now be my own, but its certainly doesnt belong to anyone else either,

the whole point.

were making additions

today my inspiration is the love put into a homemade gift, and the fact that i have reached another birthday

sadatay my duders,
a little late night cyber loving, just to say that the lady and i have reached the great state of texas safe and sound. we rocked through the south for a few days, and now call austin home. for those of you that gets down with the get down (this includes lurkers, no i dont have a huge ego,google analytics tells me youre out there typing in my name) i can be found laying down the sickest of tatties at Shaman modifications. and you can reach me at 609 647 4695 to make an appointment for some of the folk style artsy goodness.

my words are true, but i often mumble, so heres the skinny.
i now live in austin texas, with a woman that i love dearly, who absolutely astonishes me every day. i work at shaman modifications on ben white blvd, a wonderful studio that is home to some of the greatest talent the city has to offer (not to mention , downright good people) , i am quite happy to work alongside them. i am an experienced artist working in a new city at an awesome studio, so you should come find me there, or call me, and be counted among the ranks of those in the know.

in conclusion, things have come together, its time for baby making,loving of life, and living free.ive worked hard to get where i am, and i am at every moment, grateful for what i have been given.

today brew and view, and a dope 38 bought for someone's mom will be my inspitation
sleep well