.083 ideally...

ideally. 

one of my favorite words.

more optimistic than goals.

less whimsical than fantasy.

more realistic than dreams.

.082 day 68

.081 day 67

.080 day 66

.079 grief

a haiku

grief.

it’s like being

in a suspended heart attack

stuck between life.

- s. badiyah austin

.078 day 65

lazy day. rainy day. in the house because mechanic has car. cabin fevered. more from emotions, less from weather that ironically matches mood today. the highlight: watching toots sit at front door (she loves people watching) eating blueberries and stacking mini soda cans atop each other. simple pleasures. for her, these cans. for me (((soft sigh))) watching her... 

.077 day 64

warning.

the murderous, oppressive antics of this awful country have not changed.

they've just softened the blow with a bullet that looks...just...like...you.

- s. badiyah austin

“limbaugh is a racist. glenn beck is a racist. gaza strip was getting bombed, obama didn’t say shit.

thats why i didn’t vote for ‘em, next one either. i’m a part of the problem, my problem is i’m peaceful.

and I believe in the people…” 

words i never said’, lupe fiasco

truth? i voted. not because i believe in anything to do with america, but because obama's black. 

*fist dap*  

(principality)

.076 day 63

"we will build highly successful laundromats in under-served communities which allow us to reinvest in and uplift the communities we serve"

 the laundry cafe. 

a spa of laundromats. an unexpected oasis. owned by two brown men who look much like my father, my brother. my lover. a concierge greets each guest at the door, scooping large bags of clothes out of trunks and backseats, while pleasantly acting as tour guide for first time washers. adorned with wood paneled stations and black marble surfaces, it's filled with chrome washing machines, leather massage chairs and a small cafe to greet you when you enter. flat screens hang from walls, while computer stations line them. as i wash, i sit at one of the tall, stylish tables in the carpeted lounge area, surrounded by 'grab toy' machines and mini arcades, for both, children and adults, alike. the pale green walls hug me. fashioned with a large flat screen television at it's center, for adults, and a smaller one to the side streaming kiddie movies and shows for children, it's a peaceful place to be while one tends to a seemingly mundane chore. 

of all the random ish i shot in here, this one is my favorite. toots had no idea we were doing housework and i am sure she thought our blanket washing outing was orchestrated solely for her enjoyment. i like this place. so much so, i silently wished i had more dirty clothes, just so i didn't have to leave so soon...

.075 day 62

i'm in a personal space. nobody knows me here, not even me. 

.074 day 61

when life has stilled and venturing out, impossible, i turn to the o' so loyal relationship i have with inanimate objects. 

.073 day 60