pull my daisy.

daisy

    

       Moving back to Irvine Ca. for two months since our lease is up here in Tustin. Then at the end of August it's back to the Bay! 

Boxing up all my books and I came across my Allen Ginsberg book, i'll leave you with one of my favorite poems int there and a couple of pictures from my files to enjoy. July is coming and I cannot wait to go home.

Pull my daisy

tip my cup

all my doors are open

Cut my thoughts 

for coconuts

all my eggs are broken

Jack my Arden

gate my shades

woe my road is spoken

Silk my gardens

rose my days

now my prayers awaken

Bone my shadow

dove my dream

start my halo bleeding

Milk my mind &

make me cream

drink me when you're ready

Hop my heart on

harp my height

seraphs hold me steady

Hip my angel

hype my light

lay it on the needy

Heal the raindrop

sow the eye

bust my dust again

Woe my worm

work the wise

dig my spade the same

Stop the hoax

what's the hex

where's the wake

how's the hicks

take my golden beam

Rob my locker

lick my rocks

leap my cock in school

Rack my lacks 

lark my looks

jump right up my hole

Whore my door

beat my boor

eat my snake of fool

Craze my hair

bare my poor

asshole shorn of wool

Say my oops

ope my shell

bite my naked nut

Roll my bones

ring my bell

call my worm to sup

Pope my parts

pop my pot

raise my daisy up

Poke my pap

pit my plum

let my gap be shut

       - Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and Neal Cassady <3

                                         New York, 1949

P.S. READ Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac  GO here for summary. 

-Julia Randall

-Brian Viveros

Inspirations for my future Tea House.

let down your hair.

    As a child one of my favorite things to do was help my mom braid her hair. Back in her day it  was custom to have long hair in the Mexican culture, it was preferred...but once out of her house she cut it all off(a 70's bob), she of course has long hair again. I think I went through the same phase as she did.
 I think to have long hair is beautiful and I always envied those girls with gorgeous long locks. My hair on the other hand would never cooperate and so back when I was naive to vanity, I chopped it off and it stayed chopped off for 5 years. I was a rebel so I have fried, dyed, and killed my hair over the years, I saw it as dead cells and as vain so I did what I wanted with it. I always of course desired I could grow it as long and beautiful as my mothers. I came to respect even more the dedication it took to take good care of your hair and to be organic about it. It is currently a little past my shoulders and OH! how I am resisting the temptation to cut it. I want it to be healthy once more...and I want to say I had long hair like my mothers because truly I am in love with the way it flows, as well as my older sisters but shhhh we don't want to boost her ego. :) Well, lets hope my urges to chop it off and dye it (although that one may fail) wont get to me. I hope to have it so long that I can braid it like my mom does (I still love helping her braid it).