Spanish Harlem Incident

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat.
Your temperature’s too hot for taming,
Your flaming feet burn up the street.
I am homeless, come and take me
Into reach of your rattling drums.
Let me know, babe, about my fortune
Down along my restless palms.
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed.
I have fallen far [...]

You Ain’t Goin’ No Where

Bob Dylan

When I was in Fifth Grade

My Mom didn’t go to Burningman.

Droppin’ In

8750 Reggae Band

Wasatch Lives

Wasatch Junior High School, my junior high, that burnt down a couple of years ago is back up and running.
There is a hint at the old school in the architecture, but they moved the entrance, inexplicably north.

Paul Robeson

A Man I didn’t know, and a Tomato I just met.

Espresso Porn

While I was playing with my Flickr’ today I came on the stream of another user.

Tonx has grouped shots relating to espresso and deemed them pornographic.
Porno in the way of Eco-porn. In other words sensual-gleaming-gratuitous, beautifully formed shots, the contents of which we wish were our own.

Outfit

You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you’re 23
You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears
Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green.
Me and your Mama made you in the back [...]

“I don’t think this affect’s my credibility at all.”

“Because this is Bigfoot.”

Trust Me.