GALAXY 009

@ 5th St. Dick’s in Liemert Park, with the lovely and inspirational Queen Mother-Mary (photo by Mary-Mataji*—more from her soon to come). Another Hibiscus Punch please!

I bet you didn’t know that scientists @ SETI (Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence- science institute)  confirmed that indeed, they’d detected an anomalous extra-terrestrial transmission. *********FACT

 This weekend, me and Richie were invited to my man Ryan’s house in Mt. Washington for a nice little evening around a fireand were introduced to a game called “cornhole”.  Basically, you stand in opposite of your opponent while throwing bean bags onto a piece of wood with a hole in it.  I’m not gonna sit here and explain the rules.  Google it if you’re that keen .  All I know, is that we had never heard of the game and yet and still…utilizing massive amounts of swagger and basketball experience, we ended up beating cats that play everyday, thereby winning the tournament and coming out CHAMPS– the GALAXY/. 09 reigns supreme!  Richie is the black Fonz! Ayyyyye.  (shout out to Khalil, Noah, Ryan, Hanna, Zen, Klai, Al ALg., the bloods, the crips, Barack Obama, and anybody else I may have forgot.***)

Right up there with Richard Pryor. Better than Lenny Bruce….

Schimmel Grand Piano (Lenny Kravitz has one)

 What about a smokeless fire that burns vapor that is as safe as normal air..burning in your coffee table? Planika Fires.Sam Jilbert’s Honda Club Motorcycle concept. It runs on a hydrogen fuel cell.Phillip Grass’ accelerator couch. So future, it hurts. 

everytime this happens…I feel like I’m losing my heart…my little shining light (you) goes away from me and- BOOM_ Antarctica.  All because of what?  ’cos I’m a wierdo that’s why.                                4am can be a crZy blue—–a neither here, but between…a stark, isolated.—— somewhere down the street is a silent escape mNIFOLD —-somewhere……                                                   Why is it so hard climbing a mountain?  The whole time, dreaming..standing, waiting, …standing @ the peak…dreaming of climbing..crying.   back into that insane pattern, baby….I guess I just have to sit real .still.   maybe you’ll come back to me…maybe I, to you….maybe we’ll wake up laughing+++