Tuesday, June 28, 2011

pull my 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.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

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).